Alpha's Dark Desires
Chapter 50: My Past My Doom

Chapter 50: My Past My Doom

Kane POV:

Okay, so maybe my approach in the car was a bit bold, but honestly, I don’t regret it. She’s mine. Mate bond or not, every fiber of my being is screaming to claim her, to show her exactly where she belongs—by my side. Sure, I’ve been an ass, and sure, she’s mad as hell at me, but that doesn’t change the fact that she’s mine. And if seducing her is what it takes to get her to acknowledge me, then so be it. I’m nothing if not determined.

That’s why I took her shopping. No, not some standard department store. I took her to the most luxurious boutique in the city—one I own, though she doesn’t need to know that. Watching her march around the place, picking out items with that fire in her eyes, was oddly satisfying. It was almost like a challenge. Like she thought she could bankrupt me. Cute.

In reality, what she spent in one spree was barely a scratch on what I make in a month. Not to brag, but I’m not rich—I’m filthy rich. I built this empire after I turned twenty, when I was still waiting for my mate to show up. All that pent-up frustration turned into drive. Investments here, businesses there. With the right strategy and loyal people managing my establishments, I generate millions in seconds. Packs depend on me, and contracts with them have ensured my influence and power.

But Elena doesn’t know any of that. She doesn’t need to.

What I do know is this: even if she bought out the entire boutique, she wouldn’t make a dent in my accounts. Still, I let her try. And it was adorable watching her determinedly swipe her way through the store, loading herself with bags as if she was winning some kind of war.

But then she tried to sneak away.

I’d been keeping an eye on her the entire time, so it wasn’t hard to notice when she started moving towards the back. She thought she was being subtle, but her scent was impossible to miss. Curious, I followed her, only to realize where she was headed—Victoria’s Secret.

I couldn’t help myself. I followed her inside. Not because I wanted to buy anything (although the thought of her in lace was extremely appealing), but because I wanted to see her squirm. And damn, did it work.

I knew I was playing a dangerous game walking into Victoria’s Secret with Elena, but what can I say? Watching her get flustered is my new favorite pastime. The way her cheeks turned red and her lips pursed every time I made a sly comment or picked out something lacy? Absolutely worth it. She was fiery, adorable, and irresistibly mine—even if she didn’t want to admit it yet.

She didn’t go as wild in this store as she had in the others, which surprised me. She’d gone full-on "bankrupt Kane" mode earlier, but here, she kept her purchases modest. Well, modest for her. I, on the other hand, couldn’t resist picking out a few things I’d love to see her in. I wasn’t subtle about it either. Every time I held something up, I got an eye roll or a glare sharp enough to cut through steel. I still slipped a few more daring pieces onto the counter while she wasn’t looking, smirking when she scowled at me like she wanted to strangle me.

The shopping trip overall was going better than expected—if you count me spending an absurd amount of money on clothes, bags, shoes, and now lingerie, just to watch her try and "bankrupt me," as successful. Little did she know, her shopping spree was barely a dent in my finances. But hey, if it gave her a sense of satisfaction, I wasn’t going to stop her.

The way she stormed out of the store, holding her bags with her head held high like she hadn’t just been completely flustered, made me smirk. Goddess, she was something else.

By the time we were heading back to the car, the earlier shopping bags had already been sent directly to my place. No way were we fitting all that into my car. Watching her struggle to stay mad at me while secretly marveling at the luxury I surrounded her with was amusing. She wasn’t materialistic, but she wasn’t blind to quality either. She wasn’t quite as stiff as she’d been earlier, but I wasn’t naïve enough to think I was out of the doghouse. Still, progress was progress.

And that’s when it happened.

I heard her before I saw her. Lizzy. One of my former subs.

"Master, master!"

The sound of her voice made my blood run cold. I whipped around, instinctively stepping in front of Elena to block her view. Maybe she hadn’t heard, maybe—nope. Her footsteps slowed, and I could feel the heat of her glare burning into the back of my skull.

I turned to Lizzy, giving her a cold, hard stare that should’ve been enough to make her turn tail and run. She flinched but didn’t leave.

"Master," she stammered, taking a cautious step back at my glare but not retreating entirely. "I-I’m sorry, sir, I just wanted to see if you could give me another chance..." Her voice wavered, and she kept her gaze downcast, her wolf already sensing my rising frustration.

Before I could respond—or better yet, dismiss her entirely—I felt Elena’s presence beside me, her aura practically crackling with fury.

Oh, shit.

I turned to see her face, blazing with anger, her golden-brown eyes sharp and cutting. Her lips were pressed into a firm line, and the air around her grew heavy with authority. If I hadn’t already known she was an alpha, I would’ve figured it out right then and there.

Lizzy froze as Elena’s dominance rolled over her, a suffocating wave of power that left little room for argument. Her wolf whimpered audibly, and she instinctively bared her neck in submission, trembling under the weight of Elena’s oppressive aura.

Elena’s voice, low and cold, sent a shiver down my spine. "I think it’s very shameless of you to ask my mate

Lizzy flinched as if Elena had slapped her, her wolf clearly cowering beneath the sharp, commanding tone.

"I-I’m sorry," Lizzy stammered, her words hurried and slurred. "I didn’t know... I didn’t know sir had found his mate. Please, forgive me..."

Elena tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable but no less terrifying. Her silence alone was enough to unnerve Lizzy, who kept fidgeting, unable to meet her eyes.

I, meanwhile, was trying to keep my face neutral while my brain short-circuited. This woman—my mate—was something else entirely. Her alpha energy wasn’t oppressive to me; it was intoxicating. I couldn’t look away as she stood there, fierce and protective, her wolf practically roaring in defense of what was hers.

And then it hit me.

Lizzy had called me "master."

Elena was furious, yes, but she didn’t seem to fully grasp the implications of that word. Goddess help me if she ever figured it out.

She was magnificent. Fierce. Every inch the alpha female I’d always imagined but never dared to dream of. And, honestly? It was doing things to me. Things I probably shouldn’t be thinking about while Lizzy was cowering in fear and Elena was ready to rip her apart.

Lizzy’s wolf whimpered again, pulling me back to reality.

I cleared my throat, stepping forward to put an end to the scene before things escalated.

"That’s enough," I said, my voice firm as I turned to Lizzy. "Leave. Now."

Lizzy didn’t need to be told twice. She scurried away, her tail metaphorically between her legs.

I turned back to Elena, who was still glaring after Lizzy like she wanted to hunt her down and finish the job.

"You handled that well," I said, trying to sound casual as I placed a hand on her lower back.

She shrugged me off, her eyes narrowing. "Who was she? And why was she calling you master?"

Oh, boy. Of course, she’d caught that.

I forced my face into a neutral expression, even as my mind scrambled for the right words. "She’s no one. Just someone I used to... work with."

Her brows shot up, clearly not buying it. "Work with?"

"Yes," I said firmly, steering her toward the car. "Nothing you need to worry about."

She stopped walking, planting her feet firmly on the ground and crossing her arms over her chest. "If it’s nothing, then explain why she called you master."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "It’s... complicated."

"Uncomplicate it," she demanded.

Damn, she was stubborn. And damn, did it turn me on.

"No one important," I said quickly, steering her toward the car. "Just someone who didn’t understand boundaries."

She stopped walking, crossing her arms as she turned to face me. "That’s not an answer."

"It’s the only answer you need," I replied, meeting her gaze. "Now get in the car, Elena."

Her glare deepened, but eventually, she rolled her eyes and climbed into the passenger seat.

I exhaled slowly, climbing in after her. This was far from over, but for now, I’d dodged the bullet.

As I started the car and pulled away, I couldn’t help but glance at her out of the corner of my eye. She was staring out the window, her arms still crossed and her lips pressed into a thin line.

Even angry, she was breathtaking. Fierce. Powerful. Mine.

And I knew, without a doubt, I was in deep, deep trouble.

Goddess, I was so screwed. This past life of mine will be my doom.