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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 · Fantasia
Classificações insuficientes
105 Chs

Torturing Myself

Kane POV

I knew I was playing a dangerous game—a form of self-torture, really. Her scent, thick with arousal, was already driving me insane, clouding my thoughts and making my wolf restless. Every moan, every shaky breath she let out only stoked the fire within me. But I wasn't going to rush this. I wasn't going to lose control and make this about me. No. This was all for her.

I watched her, perched on the edge of the table, blindfolded, her blouse unbuttoned and her chest rising and falling in quick, unsteady movements. Her hands clenched at her sides, clearly fighting the urge to touch me, and I couldn't stop the satisfied smirk tugging at my lips.

"Relax, love," I murmured, my voice low and husky, stepping closer until I was between her parted legs again. "I told you, no touching. Just feel."