Rebecca’s POV
For a long moment, I couldn’t move.
I just stared down at him, my chest rising and falling hard as the weight of those words settled deep inside me. The room was silent except for the sound of his slow breathing and the faint noise of distant music still echoing from the celebration downstairs.
Enzo looked completely different like this. Not cold. Not cruel. Not the terrifying Alpha who kept breaking my heart over and over again.
Just… tired.
His dark hair was messy beneath my fingers, his strong face softer in sleep, his body heavy and warm underneath me. The harsh lines that usually stayed carved into his expression were gone, replaced by pure exhaustion.
Seeing him like this dragged my mind back to the man he used to be. Before the pack duties and the lies tore us
