Alpha's Dark Desires

Chapter 25: Rejection?

Kane’s POV:noveldrama

Did she seriously just jump out of a moving car? For a second, I could hardly believe it. Did my little runaway mate think she was starring in some action movie? And how the hell did she even get the door open—I’d told the driver to lock the car. He’s definitely getting an earful from me once I catch my runaway mate... again.

Once I catch her. Which, judging by her current sprint, wouldn’t be much longer. She was more faster than last time, I’d give her that, she made me make up for the last two missing morning workouts already.

The mighty, ruthless Alpha Kane, chasing down his mate like some clumsy pup on his first hunt. My wolf was growling, half-amused, half-enraged. She’d defied me again, and something in me—something dark and possessive—was itching to show her just what it meant to challenge an alpha. I’d never met anyone who tested me the way she did. And hell, as frustrating as she was, there was something exhilarating about it, too. She was like a wildfire I could barely contain, and the thrill of trying was starting to go to my head.

But damn it, thinking about her defiance and picturing all the ways I could put her back in her place wasn’t helping the situation. My mind drifted into dangerous territory. A leash, maybe. Yeah, that would suit her defiant little spirit. My imagination ran wild for a moment—too

Fucking shit. Now I had to chase her down with a hard-on, and she was not making it easy.

With one last burst of speed, I closed the distance between us, watching her throw a panicked glance over her shoulder just as I was nearly on her. The look in her eyes was pure defiance, a stubbornness that made my pulse pound harder. Good. Because as soon as I got my hands on her, she’d learn that with me, resistance was half the thrill—and submission would be all the reward. She was going to be a handful to tame, no doubt about it. But that’s exactly what made her mine.

"Will you stop being so damn childish? No matter how far you run, I’m still going to catch you," I growl, finally managing to catch her hand and slow her down. Her breathing is ragged, her cheeks flushed, eyes furious.

"Then get the hint and buzz off! I don’t want you, Kane!" she shouts at me, defiance blazing. The words cut deeper than I’d care to admit, igniting a dark, simmering anger within me. She doesn’t know how close she’s dancing to the edge.

"Don’t shout at me," I warn coldly, my voice dropping to a deadly calm. I’ve tolerated more disobedience from her than I would from anyone, but she’s pushing me too far. She takes a step back, and for the first time, I see a flicker of hesitation cross her face. Good—she should be wary of what I’m capable of when pushed.

"You don’t scare me, Kane! I can reject you for all I care," she spits, voice hard but laced with just a hint of desperation.

That does it. The mere mention of rejection sends a dark fury through my veins. She has no idea how long I’ve waited to find my mate, the years I’ve spent searching and wondering if I’d ever get this chance. And now that she’s here, she dares to threaten me with rejection? Like hell I’d ever let that happen. She doesn’t get to make that choice on her own, and even if the moon goddess herself demanded it, I wouldn’t agree. Not a chance.

"Don’t. You. Dare. Threaten. Me. Again. With. Rejection." I enunciate each word, my voice a dangerous whisper, stepping closer with each step. She backs up until her spine presses against a tree, and I cage her in, both arms bracketing her against the rough bark. My eyes bore into hers, unyielding and intense, and I can see her resolve waver.

Her breath hitches, her fiery defiance tempered by a hint of something else as she realizes just how close she’s teetering to my breaking point. She’s poked the beast one too many times, and now it’s awake, unwilling to be tamed without making her pay for every insolent word.

"You think you can push me, tease me, and then threaten to leave?" I growl, my voice laced with a promise of retribution. "I don’t think so, little mate. You’re not going anywhere. I’m not done with you—not by a long shot."

The challenge in her gaze falters, her lips parting as she stares back at me, caught in the intensity of my gaze. She has awaken my dominant side and I wasn’t going to calm her down until I punish her for even thinking of rejecting me and making it worse by threatening me.

Rejection worked both side I must accept her rejection for us to be separated and like hell will I ever do that, even if hell freezes over.

"I think you, my little mate, need to be punished," I say, my voice dropping to a dark, almost predatory tone, each word thick with intent. Her eyes widen, a flash of fear mixed with something else entirely—something that betrays her, something that tells me she feels the pull as much as I do.

Her defiance slips just a fraction, and I smirk, relishing the way she tries to steel herself under my gaze. "What... what are you going to do?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, but laced with that same fiery challenge I’ve come to both despise and crave. She may be putting on a brave face, but I can see her breathing quicken, her cheeks flush, and it only stirs my hunger more.

I lean in, letting my words brush against her skin like a caress. "Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make sure you understand exactly what happens when you disobey me... when you threaten me," I murmur, my voice a promise laced with something darker. I can feel the tension radiating off her, the thrill and the hesitation, the way she’s caught between her need to defy me and her own traitorous body betraying her.

My fingers graze her cheek, tracing down to her jaw, then lower, resting at the base of her neck. I can feel her pulse racing under my touch, and I can’t help the smirk that forms on my lips. "You think you can keep pushing me, little mate?" I ask softly. "Keep testing my patience? That there won’t be consequences?"

She swallows, but the fire in her eyes returns. "I’m not yours to control, Kane," she snaps, though her voice wavers slightly.

"Not yet," I reply, my voice a low growl. "But you will be."

Her breath hitches as my hand trails down her shoulder, my thumb brushing along her collarbone with just enough pressure to remind her of my strength. I can see the conflict in her eyes, her instincts screaming for her to push me away, yet the mate bond pulling her right back in.

"You need to learn that when I say something, I mean it. And when you fight me..." I lean closer, my lips barely an inch from her ear, "...it only makes me want to break you in all the best ways."

Her defiance flickers, and I feel her tremble, though she’s still trying to hold herself together, to keep up her guard. But the way she’s breathing, the way her pulse is hammering, I know I’m getting to her.