Alpha's Dark Desires

Chapter 19: Sturborn mate

Kane’s POV:

I took a deep breath, clenching my fists as I looked at her, standing there all defiant and stubborn, like she wasn’t just seconds away from the biggest argument of her life. First, she had the audacity to call me a "hero wannabe," just for protecting her. Protecting her! Like I’d ever do anything less. Then, she somehow managed to pull down my pants—yeah, that happened—before running off and locking me out like some prank-loving teenager.

But the real kicker? After yesterday its established that this place wasn’t safe, she flat-out told me she wasn’t going back with me to my pack. Not going with me? The hell she isn’t. She has no idea how hard she’s pushing me right now, testing a patience that’s been worn down to nothing.

I clenched my jaw, my wolf pacing restlessly in my mind. If she weren’t my mate... no, even thinking about that wouldn’t change a thing. She was my mate. And she needed to understand what that meant. I wasn’t going to stand here and argue with her like a fool. Whether she’s packed or not, the moment my car arrives, she’s coming with me.

She was standing there, arms crossed, that stubborn chin tilted up as if she had already won the battle. Well, this wasn’t up for debate. Like it or not, she was coming with me, safe and under my protection, and that was final.

"Look," I said, trying to keep my voice calm, "It’s established that it isn’t safe for you to stay here. So, when the car arrives, you’re coming with me. End of story."

She narrowed her eyes, as if I’d just issued some kind of personal challenge. "End of story?" She scoffed, crossing her arms tighter. "I don’t think so."

I could feel the corner of my jaw tightening as I held back the words on the tip of my tongue. How was it possible for someone to drive me to this level of exasperation in such a short time?

I took a step forward, my voice low but firm. "Packed or not, stubborn or not, you’re coming with me. I won’t stand here and argue about it. Whether you like it or not, this isn’t a fight you’re winning." noveldrama

Elena’s POV:

Arrgh! I stamped my foot as soon as I made it out of that insufferable dining room, my attempt at a graceful exit ruined by sheer frustration. That stupid, arrogant Alpha! He actually thought he could *order* me around, like I was some obedient little puppet. Do this, go there.

If he thought he could waltz in here and dictate my life, he had another thing coming. I wasn’t some fragile little thing who would fall at his feet just because he flashed those cold, alpha eyes. He may think he’s in charge, but I wasn’t about to be anyone’s possession. Not his, not anyone’s.

Let him wait for that stupid car of his, thinking he’s got me all figured out. But I’m not going anywhere. Not with him. He’ll be the one leaving here alone, not me.

Sure enough, right on time, an obnoxious honk blared from outside. Oh, for the love of—"Elena!" my mom called from downstairs, "Elena! Get down here!" Yeah, right. As if I’d just skip down there for Mr. Cold-and-Commanding.

Then I heard his heavy footsteps stomping up the stairs. Seriously? He was coming up here? Alright, two can play this game. I threw the window open just enough to make it look like I’d made a daring escape, then slid myself under the bed. Yep, under the bed. Why? Because that egotistical alpha would never think I’d stoop to something so simple. Closet? Bathroom? Too predictable.

Let him search. Let him wonder. There was no way I’d make this easy for him.

Oh, he sure did come bursting into my room, all high and mighty. His first stop? The bathroom. Ha! Called it. Next, he flung open the closet door, searching every corner. I stifled a laugh—yup, still no bags packed, in your face, Mr. Arrogant. Then he marched to the window and cursed under his breath. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself. Genius, right?

But, of course, fate has a twisted sense of humor. Just as he was about to leave, I felt the sneeze coming on. No, no, no... Too late. I sneezed, and his head whipped around like a hound on a scent. Damn werewolf hearing. Before I could scramble away, he was grabbing my legs, yanking me out from under the bed.

"What the hell are you doing? Are you insane?" he fumed, looking down at me, face red with irritation. Oh, how I wished I could glare him to death. And did I mention the guy was freakishly strong? I clung to the bedpost for dear life, but he pried me off, dragging me out like some captured criminal.

Still on the floor, his hands clamped around my ankles, his face practically pulsing with anger, I couldn’t help but snort. The whole scene was almost too ridiculous.

"I’m glad you find this amusing," he said, voice icy enough to give me a chill.

"Come on, who wouldn’t find this funny?" I shot back with a grin.

"Elena, we’re leaving now. Get up before I—"

"Alright, alright!" I cut him off, raising my hands in mock surrender. Yeah right, as if.

The second he released my leg, I sprang up, muttering "stupid jerk" just loud enough for him to hear before I launched myself through the window. Honestly, could he not read the clear signs that I wasn’t going with him, or was he just blind?

As I fell, I let my wolf take over, shifting mid-air to land smoothly on my paws. I darted into the forest without a backward glance, paws pounding against the earth as adrenaline surged through me. Running in wolf form meant I had a shot at outrunning him—and besides, shifting before the jump guaranteed a smooth landing. I wasn’t about to risk a dramatic escape ruined by a twisted ankle. Seen enough movies to know how that ends.

Let’s see if Mr. High and Mighty could keep up.