"This is so wrong," Enzo groaned. His voice was rough as he slid another finger into Rebecca’s tight entrance. She let out a broken moan, spreading her legs wider against the cold stone wall, begging for more. ​ "Becca..." Enzo growled. He leaned in to kiss her deeply, his large body pinning her back, trapping her. "I am ten years older than you. I've seen too much blood... you're too pure for this." ​ Rebecca pulled away from the kiss. A smirk played on her lips as her eyes burned with hunger. "The older the better, Enzo." ​ Before he could protest, she sank to her knees before him. She looked up at him through her lashes, her hands reaching for his belt. Rebecca has loved the pack’s Beta for as long as she can remember. ​Ten years older than her, Enzo was everything she wasn’t supposed to want—cold, brutal, respected, and completely out of reach. While the entire pack feared him, Rebecca followed him around like a lovesick shadow, shamelessly confessing her feelings every chance she got. ​But Enzo never took her seriously. To him, she was too young. Too innocent. Just the Alpha’s spoiled daughter who deserved someone better than a hardened Beta stained by years of blood and war. ​So, when Rebecca’s aging father announces that Enzo must marry one of his daughters to become the next Alpha, Rebecca finally believes fate is on her side. Until Enzo chooses her older sister instead.