Enzo's POV
It had been two days since what happened between me and Rebecca. Right after that day, I ordered the head maid to never let her work on my side of the residential wing again. I wanted to avoid her. I had to avoid her. I had been controlling my feelings for years, holding back every single urge, and I couldn't back out now when I only had five years left. Just five years, and all this would be over.
I stood out on the training ground, my arms crossed tightly over my chest as I watched the warriors practice their combat.
"You're pushing them hard today, Alpha."
I turned my head to see Sir Morriston walking up. Rebecca’s and Clara's father, the former Alpha of this pack, moved slowly, holding a heavy wooden walking stick to support his weight.
"Father Morriston," I said,
