Alpha's Dark Desires

Chapter 24: Call me Crazy

Kane’s POV:

"C’mon, little mate, don’t you wanna share your dreams with me?" I leaned in closer, my voice a lazy drawl, thoroughly enjoying the way her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. She looked absolutely flustered, and I could feel the frustration radiating off her as she turned her gaze firmly to the window, refusing to give me any reaction.

Oh, so she was going to play stubborn? I wasn’t having that. I slid a little closer, watching with amusement as she tried to scoot further away, even though there was nowhere left for her to go. Cornered. I loved it.

"You know," I whispered, leaning close enough that my breath brushed her ear, "I’d be more than happy to make your dreams come true."

She trembled slightly, her breath hitching, but her reply was a curt, "No thank you." Her tone was all defiance, but the way she said it, so breathy and tense, only fueled my resolve to push her just a bit further. noveldrama

I let my hand drift onto her thigh, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric. Her eyes flashed with fire as she slapped my hand away, her tone fierce. "Don’t touch me," she hissed, the fierceness in her voice only making me grin wider.

There she was—my fierce, fiery mate. The one who drove me insane, who kept me on my toes. Every bit of her resistance only stoked my desire, made me want to break through her walls even more.

"Feisty as ever," I murmured, not even bothering to hide my grin. "Good. I like a challenge."

"You know, there’s always something thrilling about car rides," I murmured, letting my voice drop low, each word laced with a heavy dose of suggestion. I leaned in, just enough for her to feel the heat radiating off me, hoping to get under her skin. "We could make it hella hot if you’d just... cooperate." I let the innuendo hang, savoring the tension.

Her face went from flustered to positively scandalized, and she snapped her gaze toward me, eyes blazing. "Oh, no. Not a chance," she fired back, crossing her arms defensively. But the slight quiver in her voice told me she wasn’t entirely unaffected.

I grinned, leaning even closer so my breath brushed against her ear, watching as a shiver ran through her. "Oh, c’mon, Elena," I whispered, my tone dripping with mischief. "Think of it as... quality bonding time. Just you, me, and some... cooperative exploration."

Her jaw clenched, and she shifted in her seat, clearly flustered, but not willing to let me see just how much I was getting to her. "Kane, if you don’t back off right now..." she warned, her voice a mix of frustration and something else, something she was fighting to keep hidden.

"Or what, little mate?" I murmured, unable to resist teasing her just a little more. "You’ll make me stop? Because from where I’m sitting..."

"Or," she snapped, her voice sharp as a knife, "you can enjoy this stupid car ride all by yourself." And before I could even process what she was saying, she reached for the handle, threw the door open, and launched herself out of the moving car.

"What the hell?!" I shouted, my mind reeling as I watched her disappear out the side of the car.

The driver, who clearly had not signed up for *this* level of drama, slammed on the brakes, sending us skidding to a screeching halt on the road. I was out the door in seconds, my heart pounding, equal parts furious and concerned. What was she thinking? Was she insane?

When I spotted her up ahead, she was already up and running, her long hair streaming behind her as she bolted toward the tree line like some kind of wild, defiant fox making a break for freedom. The damn woman was apparently now fast. I guess she was that desperate of getting away from me. I cursed under my breath and started after her, my legs propelling me forward as I closed the gap between us.

"Elena!" I bellowed.

Elena POV:

Alright, maybe throwing myself out of a moving car wasn’t my smartest idea, but you know what? Sometimes you just have to go full-on crazy. A girl can only take so much. Five minutes trapped in that car with Mr. Insufferable Alpha—who seemed determined to take over every inch of my life—and I was ready to claw my way to freedom.

He wanted me to be some docile little mate, perfectly obedient, someone he could control? No, thank you. I was furious with him for dragging me off without even letting me say goodbye to my family, furious at myself for that stupid, embarrassing dream, and furious at my own damn body for melting every time he so much as looked at me with those eyes. And don’t even get me started on Zena, my traitor of a wolf, practically wagging her tail, begging for "action." She had no shame.

So yes, I did what any sensible person would do in my position: unlocked the car door, shoved it open mid-innuendo, and bailed. Was he shocked? Maybe. But let’s be honest—I’d told him I was a handful. He just hadn’t seen the full effect yet. The stupid driver thought he could lock me in with that overbearing Alpha shock on him. Elena you pick locks? shocked? Why yes I do. What a girl gotta have some tricks under her sleeve.

Hitting the ground was jarring, sure, and the pain shot through me, but I was already up and sprinting toward the treeline before he could blink. Thank the goddess for shifter healing. Yeah, it still hurt like hell, but my pride was stronger. I wasn’t about to let him lock me up in a cage—metaphorically or literally.

Behind me, I heard him bellow, "Elena!" like that was going to make me stop. Nope. I kept running, fueled by a mix of stubbornness and pure, unfiltered rage. I glanced back just in time to see him vaulting out of the car, face twisted in a mix of frustration and what might have even been... amusement? Oh, he thought this was funny? Game on, Kane.

The car had barely screeched to a halt when he took off after me, and I pushed myself to go faster. I didn’t care that he was bigger, faster, or that he had years of Alpha training under his belt. I was going to run until my legs gave out.

The wind whipped through my hair as I bolted, the cool air calming my anger just a little—but only just. And I swore, as I sprinted, that no matter how many ridiculous, flirty, infuriating innuendos he threw my way, no matter how gorgeous he looked all shirtless and brooding, I wasn’t going to give in.