Alpha's Dark Desires

Chapter 29: Little Rebel

Kane’s POV:

I was feeling pretty damn smug. Sure, she was furious, practically vibrating with pent-up frustration after I’d left her on edge, and I knew that frustration was aimed squarely at me. But that was the point, wasn’t it? To remind her who was in control. To let her feel just a fraction of the tension I had to deal with every time she defied me.

But the thing gnawing at me wasn’t her anger—it was my own. The feel of her, so close, my hands on her skin, the heat of her body responding to my touch... yet I hadn’t claimed her. She was right there, trembling under me, and I’d held back. The restraint it had taken was pure agony, evident in the hard length straining against my jeans, aching with unmet need.

It felt like I’d punished myself just as much as her. In the back of my mind, the wolf was growling, furious that I’d stopped short of taking what was mine, of marking her, owning her. I wanted her, craved her in ways I could barely stand, and every look, every defiant word from her only added fuel to the fire.

I knew she was furious with me, the air practically crackling with her anger, and I couldn’t help but enjoy it. Watching her fume, knowing she was as close to breaking as I was... it was almost worth it. Seems we had the same problem.

As we approached the car, I noticed the driver was nowhere in sight. Good. I didn’t need an audience right now. I yanked open the passenger door and, without another thought, I shoved her inside, slamming the door shut behind her. My patience was fraying—why couldn’t she just submit? Why couldn’t she accept what we were and make this easy?

If she’d just stop fighting me, we’d already be home by now, and she’d be carrying my mark, bound to me as my Luna, ready to stand at my side and help me lead the pack. But no, she had to make everything a fight, a challenge. Always so defiant, always challenging every order, every touch. She was constantly testing me, pushing me to the edge. My mate, yes, but damn, she was getting under my skin like no one ever had.

Every word, every act of rebellion only sharpened the edge of my frustration, taunting me to take control, to show her exactly who she belonged to. I was operating on my last nerve here, every fiber of me itching to put her in her place.

But as much as my instincts screamed to take control, to finally put her in her place, I knew I had to be careful. One wrong move, one step too far, and she might actually pull away, put distance between us that would be near impossible to close. Despite her defiance, despite the way she pushed every one of my buttons, she was still my mate. And, even if she’d rather spit fire than admit it, she needed me as much as I needed her.

My wolf growled with frustration, the tension coiled tight inside me, craving to claim her, to show her exactly what it meant to be mine. But I knew if I scared her, if I let my anger consume me, she’d only resist harder. And, as infuriating as she was, the last thing I wanted was to break her spirit—no, I wanted to earn her submission, to feel her surrender to me fully, willingly.

So I took a deep breath, forcing myself to hold back. I’d teach her, yes, but in a way that left no doubt she was mine, not through fear or force, but through desire and dominance. This was a game of patience, of control, and as much as she tested me, she’d find that I could match her resistance every step of the way. noveldrama

As soon as I rounded the car, I saw her slide into the driver’s seat, and my stomach dropped. No, she wouldn’t dare. But as her smug grin spread across her face, my suspicions turned to certainty. The little rebel had locked me out.

"Elena, open the fucking door!" I shouted, fists pounding against the window. But of course, she just smirked at me through the glass, enjoying every second of my frustration like it was some twisted little victory.

I swear, I’d been operating on my last nerve since the moment I laid eyes on her, but this? This was it. She was testing every ounce of control I had, and at this rate, I’d have none left by the time we got back to the pack. If we ever even got back.

Through the window, I watched her mouth something like "See ya!" before she stomped on the accelerator, leaving me standing in a cloud of dust like some abandoned fool. The Alpha of the pack left behind by his own mate.

Damn it, she’ll kill me today with this.

Without wasting a moment, I shifted into my wolf form, the familiar sensation of my bones reshaping and muscles rippling beneath my fur bringing me a sense of urgency. Paws hitting the ground hard, adrenaline surging through me. I needed to catch up to her before she could put any distance between us. The car roared to life, its engine growling as she sped away, but now I was on her tail. She thought she could outrun me? She thought locking the door would save her? She was about to find out just how relentless I could be. The chase was on.

I sprinted after the vehicle, my powerful legs propelling me forward with speed and determination. There was no way I was going to let her get away—mate or no mate, she was going to pay for this.

And it wouldn’t be some silly spanking. No, this was about more than just punishment; it was about asserting my claim. I could feel the rage simmering within me, a primal urge that demanded she acknowledge what we were to each other. As the night air whipped against my fur, I focused on the sound of the tires on the asphalt, the rhythm echoing in my ears like a battle drum.