Alpha's Dark Desires
Chapter 102: Going wild (II)

Chapter 102: Going wild (II)

Ella’s POV:

Stupid alpha. He thinks I don’t notice him following me? Let him. Let him watch.

I settle back in the cab, crossing my legs and pretending not to care that his car is practically glued to the one I’m in. If he’s so determined to trail me like a lovesick puppy, fine. What’s better revenge than feeding him his own damn medicine?

Let him simmer in his possessive rage. Let him see exactly how it feels to be on the other side—jealous, paranoid, powerless.

I catch a glimpse of his car in the side mirror, his headlights glaring like the eyes of a predator stalking its prey. Good. Let him stew in his frustrations.

The cab driver glances at me again, sneaking another look through the mirror. I roll my eyes. What is it with men tonight? But it’s perfect, really. Kane’s probably already fuming, ready to rip this poor guy apart just for existing.

Let him.

When we finally pull up to the club, I can practically feel Kane’s eyes boring into me from behind the windshield of his car. I don’t even glance back as I pay the driver and step out, letting the dress do its job—hugging every curve, the slit teasing just enough leg.

The line to the club is buzzing with energy, men and women alike turning to look at me as I saunter past. The bouncers don’t even make me wait—they let me in with a smirk and a nod.

Perfect.

I can already imagine Kane’s reaction, his jaw clenching as he watches me disappear into the crowd of flashing lights and blaring music.

Tonight, I’ll dance, laugh, and maybe even let someone else’s hands linger a little too long on my waist—just enough to drive him mad.

Let him taste the bitterness of his own betrayal.

Let him see how it feels to be cast aside.

And maybe, just maybe, he’ll finally understand how much he hurt me.

The thrum of the music vibrated through me as I downed the strongest drink the bartender could offer. It burned, but I welcomed the fire. Perfect. I needed the edge dulled, the sting of betrayal numbed.

Glass emptied, I made my way to the dance floor, letting the crowd swallow me whole. Before the lights and bodies fully obscured me, I caught sight of him—Kane—his tall frame prowling through the crowd, scanning for me like the predator he was. Good luck, Alpha. Let’s see how it feels to be ignored.

The music pounded in my veins as I started to move, swaying my hips in time with the beat, my body melting into the rhythm. The alcohol did its work, loosening every tense muscle. For the first time in what felt like forever, I let go.

Then I felt it—hands on my waist, strong but tentative, testing boundaries. I turned, ready to push whoever it was away, but the sight of a handsome stranger with a cheeky grin stopped me. His dark eyes sparkled under the club lights, and he tilted his head as if asking for permission.

Guess he’ll do.

Smiling coyly, I turned fully to him, moving closer, and his hands tightened around my waist. He wasn’t Kane—didn’t have his dominating presence or the smoldering heat of his touch—but that was the point. This man was a distraction, a symbol of my rebellion.

We started dancing, bodies pressed together, moving as one. The stranger’s hands roamed my sides, respectful but possessive enough to make my point clear: I’m not Kane’s, not anymore.

The heat of the room, the thrum of the music, and the alcohol in my system melded into a heady mix of defiance and exhilaration. The stranger leaned down, his lips brushing close to my ear as he whispered something I couldn’t hear over the music.

I didn’t care what he said. All that mattered was that Kane would see this—see me—and know that his betrayal had cost him everything.

For the first time, I felt the faintest hint of power return to me, and I reveled in it.

The music was deafening, the lights flashing in wild, erratic patterns, and the crowd moved in a chaotic rhythm around me. The club reeked of alcohol, sweat, and desperation, but I didn’t care. I was here for one reason and one reason only: revenge.

The music thumped so loudly it felt like my heartbeat synced with the bass. The flashing lights of the club created a kaleidoscope of colors, and the air was thick with sweat, alcohol, and the scent of bad decisions. Bodies writhed together in every corner, pressed too close to care about personal space.

The handsome guy on the dance floor was all too willing to help with my mission. His hands roamed, squeezing my ass as we moved together. I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the reckless freedom, but the moment shattered as his hands were ripped away from me.

Opening my eyes, I found Kane. His fists were already flying, pummeling the poor guy into the ground. The fury on his face was a stark contrast to the earlier confusion he’d shown. Stupid Alpha and his possessiveness. His expression was a deadly mix of fury and possessiveness, his fists colliding with the guy’s face in a brutal punch.

The crowd parted to watch the scene unfold, but I didn’t stay. Kane could beat up every man in the club for all I cared; it wouldn’t stop me. My mission wasn’t complete.

I didn’t care about the audience. I cared that he had the audacity to show up here, at my moment of escape, and act like he had some claim over me after what he did. My chest burned with rage.

Turning on my heel, I walked out of the main area and slipped through the back door into a dark alley.

I pushed through the back exit of the club, stumbling into a dimly lit alleyway. The air outside was cool and a welcome relief from the stifling heat inside. As I leaned against the wall to catch my breath, I noticed him—a guy in a leather jacket, leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette.

Normally, I wasn’t into smokers, but something about the way he held himself screamed confidence. He turned his head when he noticed me, his eyes dragging slowly over my body in a way that sent a shiver up my spine. He was handsome—not as handsome as the other guy, but still enough to make my pulse quicken.

"Hey, beautiful," he called, flicking the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. His voice was rich and smooth, with a hint of danger that made my heart race—but not like Kane’s did.

I flashed him a sultry smile, the kind I knew would make him bite. "Hey," I replied, flashing another seductive smile.

"What’s a beauty like you doing back here?" he asked, dropping his voice to a husky whisper.

"Looking around,"I said casually, tilting my head and letting my hair fall over my shoulder in a move I knew was irresistible.

His grin widened, and he stepped closer, his eyes roaming my body with blatant admiration. "Damn, you’re gorgeous."

"Thanks," I said, my voice soft but teasing as I stepped closer. His confidence faltered for a second as he took me in, but then he smirked, regaining his composure.

"Wanna go somewhere else?" he asked, his smirk full of promise.

This was it. The moment I came here for. I didn’t hesitate. "Sure," I replied, a mischievous smile curving my lips.

His smirk widened as he leaned in, his hand brushing my hip as he tilted his head down toward me. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin ,his lips brushing mine as he whispered, "Great." He captured my lips in a kiss, and I let myself get lost in it for a moment.

But once again, I didn’t get to enjoy it.

The guy was ripped away from me, his startled yelp echoing in the alley.

I didn’t need to look to know who it was.

"What the—" I started, snapping my head up to see Kane standing there, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with fury as he shoved the guy against the wall.

"Stay the hell away from her," Kane growled, his voice low and dangerous.

The guy held up his hands in surrender, clearly intimidated by Kane’s size and presence. "I didn’t know she was yours, man," he stammered, backing away slowly.

"She’s not!" I snapped, but it was too late. The guy was already retreating down the alley, muttering curses under his breath.

"Kane," I hissed, turning to face him. His chest was heaving, his eyes blazing with fury and something else—something primal.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

My blood boiled. "What I’m doing? What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"This," he said, motioning to the guy he’d just tossed aside like a ragdoll, "stops now."

His words were a challenge, but I wasn’t backing down. Not tonight.

I turned on Kane, my fists clenched at my sides. "What the hell is wrong with you?! You don’t get to do this, Kane! You don’t get to act like you care after everything you’ve done!"

"Well brother didn’t know you have search a fine taste in women" a voice that was oddly familiar spoke. Turning my face to where the voice came from. I saw huh.....