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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

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ELENA'S POV:

By the time Kane carried my sobbing self back to the house, I hated myself for breaking down in front of him. I wanted to be strong, to hold onto my anger, but the moment the tears started, there was no stopping them. 

He didn't say much, just murmured softly as he held me, something about being sorry. And he should be sorry. Sorry for cheating—or whatever his excuse was. Sorry for putting me through this emotional wringer. Sorry for making me care about him when he clearly didn't deserve it. 

Still, as I sat curled on his lap in the living room, his arms wrapped protectively around me, I felt my walls cracking. The pent-up rage and hurt I'd been clinging to were draining out of me, leaving exhaustion in their place.