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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?

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90 Chs

Raw Passion

Elena POV:

Looking at his face was my worst mistake.

Those eyes—dark, dangerous, and full of promises—pulled me into a place I couldn't escape. A place where passion reigned, where he whispered promises of things I'd never experienced but desperately craved. And then he touched me.

Goddess, his touch. It was gentle, almost reverent, but the fire it ignited in me was anything but. His fingers brushed against my skin, and it was like he was spreading molten desire throughout my body. My wolf, already teetering on the edge of sanity, was pushing her horniness onto me in waves.

Yep. I was a goner. A lost cause. A burning train wreck hurtling toward a cliff, and the brakes were nowhere to be found. I was going to regret this when I was sober because now?

Now, I was definitely not sober.