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Alpha's Dark Desires

Alpha Kane is notorious in the werewolf world—a ruthless leader whose enemies tremble at his approach. Known as the "Ladykiller," he has left a trail of satisfied women, all yearning for a taste of his intense passion. With a reputation for electrifying encounters, he reigns supreme in the realm of desire, leaving a legacy of pleasure in his wake. At 28, Kane has resigned himself to a life of dominance and pleasure, convinced he will never find his mate. That is until fate introduces him to Elena, a captivating and naive young woman whose purity stands in stark contrast to his dark desires. When their paths cross, he is struck by the intensity of their connection but is equally horrified by the idea of tainting her innocence with his brutal needs. Kane grapples with a tumultuous dilemma: Should he protect her from the dark passions that define him, or will she ignite a fire within him that challenges his very identity? As he struggles to reconcile his predatory instincts with the tender bond forming between them, the stakes rise. Can he tame his ruthless nature to embrace the love he never expected? Or will his fears drive them apart, leaving them both unfulfilled? As desire collides with innocence, Elena must decide: will she surrender to the alpha’s intoxicating allure and explore the depths of her own passions, or will she find the strength to confront his demons and demand the love she deserves? In this gripping tale of power, submission, and redemption, witness a love story where dark desires collide with the purity of the heart, challenging the boundaries of pleasure and passion. Will Kane become the prince charming he never thought he could be, or will he forever remain a prisoner of his own dark legacy?

lucy_mumbua · Fantasy
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105 Chs

Drunk Elena

KANE POV:

The night had gone from bad to worse in record time. Elena was completely sloshed, teetering between hilariously annoying and dangerously tempting. If there was a Goddess of Self-Control, I needed her intervention immediately.

We were barely halfway through the front door when she stopped, tugging at the neckline of her dress. "It's hot," she declared, her words slightly slurred.

"It's not hot, Elena," I replied, exasperated. "You're just drunk."

She waved me off dismissively. "Nope. Hot. Way too hot."

And then, to my horror, she began tugging at the hem of her dress. "Elena, stop!" I barked, reaching for her hands, but she swatted me away with the agility of someone who had clearly drunk too much.

"I'm just—" She paused to hiccup. "—getting comfortable, Kane. Relax."

Comfortable? She was about to strip naked in the middle of the living room!