Alpha's Dark Desires
Chapter 119: Rekindle

Chapter 119: Rekindle

Kane’s POV;

After the incident of ashley with Elena at the restaurant we headed home I wanted to have a sweet alone time with her. Gods it feels like ages since I even kissed her. As we pulled into the driveway and the engine hummed to a stop, I glanced over at Elena. She was staring out the window, her expression soft but distant, as though lost in thought. I reached over, brushing her hand with my fingers, and the contact seemed to pull her back. Her eyes met mine, and she offered a small smile that stirred something deep inside me.

Tonight was about us. With all the chaos that had consumed our lives lately—Dean’s stunts, the rogue attack, and everything else—we’d been robbed of the small, tender moments that made us us. Those quiet touches, the way her laugh felt like sunlight breaking through a storm, or the way my name sounded on her lips when it wasn’t weighed down by fear or tension. I missed those moments.

We stepped into the house, and I closed the door behind us, leaning against it for a second. The air inside was warm and still, a stark contrast to the whirlwind that had been our lives lately. "Stay right here," I said, holding up a finger before she could take another step.

"What are you up to, Kane?" she asked, tilting her head with an amused smirk.

"You’ll see."

I disappeared into the kitchen, opening the cupboard to grab the candles we rarely used. I lit a few and placed them around the living room, their soft, flickering light casting a warm glow over the space. It wasn’t much, but it didn’t have to be. What mattered was the intention behind it.

When I returned, she was still standing by the door, her brow raised in curiosity. "Come on," I said, reaching out a hand to her. She hesitated for a moment before taking it, her soft palm fitting perfectly against mine.

I led her to the couch, pulling her down beside me. "I know things have been... intense lately," I started, turning to face her. "And I hate how much of our time has been stolen by everything else. Tonight, I just want to focus on you. On us."

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked down, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You’re being romantic," she teased softly, though her voice betrayed the emotion my words had stirred in her.

"Don’t get used to it," I joked, leaning closer. "But tonight, yeah, I am."

I reached up to cup her cheek, my thumb brushing along her skin as I tilted her face up to mine. The moment felt suspended in time, the world outside of this room fading into irrelevance.

"I missed you," I said quietly, my voice thick with emotion.

"I’m right here, Kane," she whispered, her breath mingling with mine as I leaned closer.

Our lips met, soft and slow at first, as though rediscovering each other. Then the kiss deepened, a blend of passion and tenderness that spoke of all the words left unsaid in the chaos of the last few weeks.

When we finally pulled back, her eyes were glistening, and I could see the vulnerability there. It mirrored my own. "I missed this," she admitted, her voice barely audible.

"Me too," I said, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her against my chest.

For the rest of the evening, we stayed like that, lost in the simplicity of each other’s presence. No interruptions, no rogue attacks, no Dean. Just us. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt like we were reclaiming a piece of what had been taken from us.

As Elena rested against my chest, her breathing steady and warm, I couldn’t help but marvel at how perfectly she fit against me. Her presence was a balm, soothing every raw edge in me. Tonight wasn’t just about escaping the chaos; it was about reconnecting, about showing her how much she meant to me beyond the words I could say.

I shifted slightly, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face. She tilted her head to look at me, her eyes filled with a softness that made my chest tighten.

"Kane," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, love?" I replied, letting the endearment slip without hesitation.

She smiled at that, her hand moving to rest against my chest, right over my heart. "Nothing. Just... thank you for this. For making me feel like I’m the only thing that matters tonight."

"You are the only thing that matters, Elena," I said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Always."

Her cheeks flushed, and I could see the shy smile playing at her lips. I tilted her chin up, wanting to see every emotion flickering in her eyes. When our lips met this time, it was deeper, slower, filled with everything I couldn’t put into words.

Her hands slid up my chest, her touch igniting a fire under my skin. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer until there was no space between us. The world outside ceased to exist—it was just her, her warmth, her scent, the way her lips moved against mine.

I shifted, guiding her gently so that she was lying back against the couch. My weight hovered over her as I braced myself on one arm, the other trailing down her side, feeling the curve of her waist. Her hands tangled in my hair, and her soft sighs filled the space between us, each one pulling me deeper into her orbit.

"Elena," I whispered against her lips, my voice hoarse with emotion and desire.

She looked up at me, her eyes darkened with passion but laced with something deeper, something more profound. It made me pause, my forehead resting against hers as I tried to steady the rapid beat of my heart.

"We should stop," I said, though every part of me rebelled against the words.

Her lips curved into a soft smile, and she nodded, her fingers brushing against my cheek. "I know," she whispered. "But that doesn’t mean I want to."

I chuckled softly, pressing one last lingering kiss to her lips before pulling back. "If we don’t stop now, love, we might not stop at all."

She laughed, a sound so light and pure it felt like it could banish any lingering shadows in the room. "You’re probably right," she admitted, her cheeks tinged pink.

I helped her sit up, and she leaned against me, her head resting on my shoulder. We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath and letting the tension ease.

"Come on," I said after a while, standing and holding out my hand to her. "Let’s get to bed before I lose all my self-control."

She laughed again, taking my hand as I led her to our room. Once inside, I pulled back the covers and waited for her to climb in before joining her. She curled into me, her head resting against my chest as my arms wrapped around her securely.

"I love this," she murmured sleepily.

"What’s that?" I asked, brushing my lips against the top of her head.

"Being with you like this," she said. "Just us."

I tightened my hold on her, my heart swelling at her words. "Me too, love. Me too."

As her breathing evened out, signaling that she’d drifted off to sleep, I lay there, staring at the ceiling. The warmth of her body against mine, the steady rhythm of her breathing—it was enough to make me feel like, for the first time in a long time, everything was going to be okay.

Tonight was a start. A step toward reclaiming what we’d almost lost. And as I closed my eyes, the last thing I thought was how grateful I was to have her, to hold her, to call her mine.

When I came to, it was still deep in the night. The room was quiet, but something in the air caught my attention—Elena’s arousal. It was thick, intoxicating, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. My little mate was dreaming, and from the scent of it, it wasn’t about flowers and sunshine. Naughty mate, I thought with a chuckle, my lips twitching in amusement. Was she continuing what we left off earlier?

The thought sent a rush of heat through me. Unable to resist the pull of her, I decided to wake her with a kiss. If she was already lost in dreams about us, why not make them a reality? Leaning closer, I gently turned her face toward mine, my fingers brushing against her soft cheek. But as I tilted her chin upward to press my lips to hers, I froze.

Her cheeks were wet.

What the—? I paused, my amusement evaporating. Her scent was still heavy in the air, but it was laced with something else now—fear. My gaze darted to her face, and I noticed how stiff she was. Too stiff, not the relaxed, dreamy state she should have been in.

"Elena?" I whispered, my voice low with concern.

Her lips trembled, and a soft whimper escaped her. My chest tightened painfully. What the hell was going on? My wolf, Ash, stirred, his protective instincts roaring to the surface as he sensed her unease. She wasn’t just dreaming—she was trapped in something, and it wasn’t good. I cupped her face, my thumb brushing against her wet cheek as I tried again.

"Elena, wake up," I urged, my tone more forceful. But she didn’t respond. Her body remained stiff, her breaths shallow and uneven. My gut twisted as her whimpers grew louder, more desperate. It was tearing me apart to see her like this.

Determined to bring her out of whatever hell her mind was trapped in, I started patting her face gently. "Elena, wake up! Come back to me, love," I said, my voice growing louder, more commanding. She needed to wake up—now.

Her whimpers turned into soft cries, and I clenched my jaw, hating every second that I couldn’t pull her out of it. My hands shook slightly as I continued to call her name, my wolf pacing furiously in the back of my mind.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her lashes fluttered, and she gasped as if she’d been drowning and finally found air. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, relief washing over me. But the relief was short-lived.

The moment her eyes landed on me, they widened in sheer terror. Before I could say a word, she shoved me away with more strength than I expected, her voice sharp and trembling as she screamed, "Stay the fuck away from me!"

I staggered back, my heart plummeting. "Elena?" I said softly, confusion and hurt mingling in my chest. "It’s me. It’s Kane."

Her wild, teary gaze darted around the room, and for a second, she looked like she was ready to bolt. I raised my hands in surrender, my voice calm despite the storm brewing inside me. "Elena, love, look at me. It’s Kane. Just look at me."

Her breathing hitched, and her eyes fell to my wrist—the tattoo we’d gotten earlier today. Her expression shifted, recognition flooding her features as her gaze lingered on the intricate wolf and moon design bearing her name. The tension in her shoulders eased, and the fear in her eyes began to fade.

"Kane," she whispered, her voice breaking as tears spilled down her cheeks.

In the next heartbeat, she was in my arms, clinging to me as if her life depended on it. "Kane," she sobbed again, burying her face in my chest.

I held her tightly, one hand cradling her head as the other wrapped around her trembling form. "I’m here, Elena," I murmured, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. "I’ve got you. You’re safe now."

Her body shook against mine, and I could feel her tears soaking into my shirt. My heart ached for her. What the hell had she gone through in that dream? It wasn’t just a bad dream; it was something far worse—something that had left her utterly broken in those moments.

"It’s okay, love," I whispered, my hand stroking her back in slow, soothing circles. "You’re safe. Whatever it was, it’s over now."

She didn’t say anything, just clung to me, her cries softening into quiet sniffles. I hated seeing her like this, and I hated not knowing what had caused it. But for now, all that mattered was making sure she knew she wasn’t alone. That I was here, and I wasn’t going anywhere.

We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other. When she finally stopped shaking, I eased us both back onto the bed, pulling the covers over us. She curled into me, her head resting against my chest as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

I pressed a kiss to her forehead, my fingers tracing soothing patterns on her back. "Get some rest, love," I murmured. "I’ll be right here."

She nodded, her eyes fluttering closed. But as I lay there, staring at the ceiling, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t over. Whatever had happened, whatever she’d experienced.

For now, though, she needed peace. And I would give her that, even if it meant pushing every dark thought and suspicion out of my mind. I held her tighter, listening to her soft breaths until they lulled me into sleep. But even in my dreams, I vowed to keep her safe, no matter what.