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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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62 Chs

Mate In A Robe

Kane POV:

One thing was crystal clear: I had to make things right with my mate. Elena wasn't just furious—she was downright livid. I couldn't blame her. Hell, if the roles were reversed, I'd probably have torn down the walls by now. But no matter how justified her anger was, I had to figure out how to chip away at it. I needed her forgiveness, and I knew I'd have to work harder than I ever had before to earn it. Small gestures wouldn't erase the mistakes I'd already made, but they were a start. Right?

When she finally calmed down a bit, sniffling and glaring daggers at me all the same, I gently asked her if she'd like to take a bath. Honestly, she needed it after all the chaos—and I couldn't imagine her stepping outside in that wrinkled, tear-soaked t-shirt of mine. She nodded reluctantly, clearly still too mad to speak more than necessary. Fine. I'd take whatever tiny victories I could get. 

And, like always, I carried her to the bathroom.