Alpha's Dark Desires

Chapter 22: Ridiculous Much?

KANE POV:

Alright, call me a horny wolf. But can you blame me? Try carrying your nearly naked mate over your shoulder and see if you don’t lose your mind. The shirt I’d given her barely covered her, leaving my hands holding nothing but bare, soft thigh. God, I wanted to slide my hands just a little higher, to see if she’d gasp, to feel more of her warmth...

Fuck, Kane, get it together! I tried chastening myself, but damn, the temptation was overwhelming. Every step I took felt like a struggle against my primal instincts. The way her body molded against mine sent my thoughts spiraling into the gutter.

Get it together, Kane, I chided myself, trying to rein in the wave of heat surging through me. But it was impossible. Beneath that thin fabric, I could feel her chest pressed against my back, the curve of her breasts driving my thoughts straight into dangerous territory. My wolf was practically clawing to the surface, growling in hunger. Each step felt like a test of my self-control, and damn if I didn’t feel it slipping. I fought to maintain my focus, but the wolf inside me was howling for attention, craving her in ways I had never imagined possible.

With each stride, I could sense her breathing quickening, and it only added fuel to the fire. The scent of her—sweet and intoxicating—wrapped around me like a blanket, drawing me closer to the edge of control.

She shifted slightly, sending a fresh wave of warmth through my body, and I bit down hard, fighting to keep my focus. Because if I didn’t, it would be a lot more than my hands holding her tight.

"You know, I still have to punish you for putting me through all this trouble, making me chase you down," I murmured, letting my voice drop to that dark, gravelly tone I knew would get under her skin.

I felt her body tense on my shoulder, her fingers clenching slightly against my back. Good. She was listening.

"Don’t think you’re off the hook just because you managed to slip away once," I added, giving her thigh a gentle, possessive squeeze. Her sharp intake of breath didn’t go unnoticed, and I could practically feel her squirming as my words sank in.

"You don’t scare me," she snapped, though her voice was a little breathless, and I could feel the faint tremor of anticipation ripple through her.

"Oh, sweetheart," I said, unable to suppress a smirk. "By the time I’m through, you might wish you’d just come along quietly."

If she thought I was going to let her defiance slide, she had another thing coming.

Finally, the car came into view, parked just where I’d ordered my driver to wait. Thank God. Another minute of her squirming on my shoulder, wrapped in nothing but my shirt, and I might have done something reckless.

"So, it looks like we’ll be making our grand entrance like this," I muttered, half-amused, half-irritated. Her in my shirt, hair a mess from the chase, and me... well, shirtless and definitely not looking like the civilized Alpha I was supposed to be.

"Put me down," she hissed, smacking my back. "I’m not showing up like this."

I chuckled, tightening my hold just a bit as I walked us to the car. "You lost that choice the moment you jumped out the window, love."

Her indignant sputtering was music to my ears as I yanked the door open and finally set her down, blocking her escape with one arm.

Elena’s POV:

As we finally came into view of the car, I was halfway between relieved and fuming. Relieved, because I might actually get a break from hanging off his stupidly broad shoulder like some damsel in distress. Fuming, because... well, I was still hanging off his stupidly broad shoulder like some damsel in distress.

When he muttered, "So, it looks like we’ll be making our grand entrance like this," with that cocky smirk, I swear I could’ve kicked him.

"Put me down!" I snapped, smacking his bare back, but he just laughed, not breaking his stride for a second.

"You lost that choice the moment you jumped out the window, love."

Oh, the audacity. Love? Did he really think a little pet name and a shirt tossed my way would make me forget he’d practically kidnapped me? This Alpha was insufferable.

Oh, and let’s not forget his last little promise: "You know I still have to punish you for putting me through all this trouble." As if! The idea alone made my blood boil—and okay, maybe sent a slight shiver down my spine that I wasn’t about to admit.

Punish me? Hell no. If he thought I’d just roll over and let him, he was in for a rude awakening. Alpha or not, I wasn’t some obedient little wolf ready to fall in line at his command. If he wanted a fight, he’d get one.

I glared up at him, defiance clear in my eyes, and tried to pull the shirt he’d given me a little lower—though his gaze told me he was well aware of every inch it didn’t cover. Great. Just great.

"Get in the car," he said, his voice low and dripping with authority, like he was oh-so-used to people doing whatever he said.

I crossed my arms, arching an eyebrow. "Or what? You’ll carry me again?"

He finally set me down by the car, but before I could bolt, he blocked my way with that annoyingly strong arm, caging me in with a look that said he wasn’t done yet. His smirk was infuriating, but the way he looked at me—as if I was his, as if I’d never get away—made my pulse race in ways I’d rather ignore.

Fine. If he thought I’d just sit here and take it, he had another thing coming.

Kane barely spared me a glance as he told the driver to keep going, settling himself beside me with an infuriating calm. The car rumbled to life, rolling smoothly toward the exit of the territory. I looked out the window, watching my home get further away, and that was it—I lost it.

"Hey! Turn back!" I shouted, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. "I didn’t even get to say goodbye to my parents!"

He turned to me, one eyebrow raised, looking annoyingly amused. "You can call them when we get there." noveldrama

My mouth dropped open. "I am not wearing anything!" I practically hissed, tugging at his shirt, which barely reached my thighs. "I look ridiculous!"

Kane’s smirk didn’t falter. If anything, he seemed to find my distress amusing. "You should’ve thought of that before you tried to escape, Elena," he replied coolly, a hint of satisfaction in his tone. "Besides, you’re wearing my shirt. I’d say it suits you just fine."

I glared at him, crossing my arms in defiance. "You’re unbelievable," I muttered, refusing to meet his gaze, feeling the heat of embarrassment mixed with frustration.