Alpha's Dark Desires
Chapter 53: Professional Escape Artist?

Chapter 53: Professional Escape Artist?

Elena POV:

Waking up, I felt... weirdly rested. Probably the best night’s sleep I’d had in a while. I stretched my arm lazily, only for it to stop mid-motion with a hard clink. My brain caught up to reality, and I remembered the situation—cuffed to him. Oh, right. The stupid buffoon.

That’s when my morning officially went to hell.

Turning my head, I turned my head to glare at Kane, who was still fast asleep, his stupidly handsome face calm and relaxed, as if he hadn’t spent the entire previous day being the bane of my existence. His dark lashes rested on his cheekbones, his lips slightly parted. Infuriatingly perfect, I thought. Too bad it was attached to someone with an equally infuriating personality. His arm was still chained to mine, and somehow, he managed to look unfairly handsome even in his sleep. His dark hair was messy, and his features were soft in a way that almost made him look harmless. Almost.

This would be the perfect time to strangle him. Or smother him with a pillow. Maybe both.

My wolf, smug as always, had the audacity to hum in my head. She liked being close to him, the traitor. Mine, she whispered.

Nope. Absolutely not. Stupid bond, I shot back.

I yanked at the cuff experimentally. No luck. How was I supposed to go to the bathroom with him chained to me like this? Of course, he’d have something impossible to break unless I had, I don’t know, a blowtorch or a sledgehammer. Or maybe a knife to slice off his—wait a second.

An idea clicked into place, and I smirked to myself.

Quietly, I shifted into my wolf form, careful not to make any sudden movements. My paws were smaller than my human wrists, and the moment they shrank, the cuff slipped right off with ease. Ha! Kane might’ve thought he had me trapped, but he underestimated my brilliance. I let out a silent huff of triumph. And before Kane could stir, I shifted back to my human form, already reaching for my hoodie. The whole process was so smooth I felt like a damn escape artist.

Once I was free, I couldn’t help but grin. I threw on the hoodie. Padding over to the bedroom door and, with as much stealth as possible, crept outside. Before leaving, I locked the door from the outside, trapping him inside. Let’s see how he likes being restrained. A little taste of his own medicine, I thought smugly.

Rummaging through the clothes, I grabbed the blue romper I’d picked out during my little spree to bankrupt Kane. It was cute, yes, but as soon as I slipped it on, I realized... damn, this thing is short. It barely reached mid-thigh. Not ideal for a getaway outfit, but time wasn’t on my side.

Just as I finished tying the straps, I heard the thud of Kane banging on the bedroom door.

"Elena!" he growled, his voice muffled but clearly irritated.

A smug smile spread across my face. Big, bad wolf was awake. Time to go.

I sprinted toward the front door, knowing full well that Kane wouldn’t take long to break through. I grabbed the first shoes I saw and slipped them on as I raced outside. As I ran, I cursed myself for not planning this escape sooner. I needed to get as far away as possible before he caught up.

The second I stepped outside, I spotted the gate. Freedom. But then Kane’s voice echoed from the window above.

"Elena!" he shouted again, louder this time.

Fuck. He’d spotted me.

I froze for a second, glancing back to see him climbing out of the window like some deranged, shirtless Tarzan. His dark eyes locked onto me, blazing with fury.

"Crap," I muttered, panic setting in.

Desperate, I glanced around for anything—anything—to help me make a quicker escape. That’s when I saw it: a motorcycle parked near the garage, tucked under the shade of a tree.

The universe must have finally decided to throw me a bone.

I sprinted toward it, ignoring Kane’s shouts as I reached for the helmet hanging on the handlebar. My heart raced as I lifted it—yes! The keys were in the ignition. No need to hotwire it.

This was officially my lucky day.

Climbing onto the bike, I threw the helmet on and started it up. The engine roared to life, the sound a beautiful symphony of freedom.

Glancing back, I saw Kane climbing out the window. He was moving fast, his eyes locked on me like a predator ready to pounce.

Perfect timing.

"Elena, don’t you dare!" Kane’s voice was bumming loudly.

I raised my middle finger in his direction. "Bye, big bad wolf!" I shouted, my voice dripping with sarcasm, before gunning the throttle and speeding off.

As I sped away, I caught a glimpse of Kane climbing down the side of the house in a ridiculous attempt to chase me on foot. I couldn’t help but smirk, imagining him slipping and falling to his doom.

A girl could dream, right?

Kane’s POV:

What. The. Actual. Hell.

What kind of mate did the Goddess give me?

I woke up feeling oddly content, surrounded by the intoxicating scent of my mate. For a brief moment, I allowed myself to savor it, letting the lingering warmth of her presence lull me. But as I stretched, I realized something was missing—her.

I opened my eyes and turned my head, and sure enough, Elena was gone. Just the sight of the handcuff still dangling on my wrist made my blood pressure skyrocket. She’d slipped out of it.

I was expecting to find my fiery little mate still cuffed to me, sulking or plotting some new form of rebellion. Instead, I woke up to an empty bed and a lingering scent of her teasing my senses. My arm still had the stupid cuff dangling from it, mocking me. How the fuck did she slip out of this?

"Fuck!" I muttered under my breath, sitting up abruptly. I yanked at the cuff, inspecting it. How in the hell had she managed to slip out of this? I had secured those cuffs. I made sure of it! What was she, a professional escape artist?

"Elena!" I shouted, already moving toward the door, still in disbelief.

When I reached for the handle, it wouldn’t budge. My heart dropped. She’d locked the damn door from the outside.

That sneaky little...

"Elena!" I shouted, pounding on the door.

No response.

"This isn’t funny, Elena!" I bellowed, my wolf snarling in frustration. Still nothing, just the faint sound of the front door slamming shut.

Oh, hell no.

"Fuck!" My body moved before my brain did, pure instinct taking over. I turned to the window, wasting no time climbing out. Breaking down the bedroom door would take too long, and if she had locked the front door, that would slow me down even more.

While climbed out I cursed under my breath. Normally, I’d think twice about climbing down like a lunatic, but desperate times called for desperate measures. There was no way I was giving her the satisfaction of escaping.

As I swung myself down, I spotted her outside. She was halfway to the gate, dressed in...a fucking romper. A short-ass romper that barely covered her thighs. My jaw clenched as anger and something far more primal surged through me.

"Fucking hell," I growled under my breath. She was wearing that thing out in public? Every muscle in my body screamed to catch her before someone else so much as laid eyes on her.

"Elena!" I shouted.

She glanced back, her eyes wide with panic for a split second before she smirked. That infuriating, defiant smirk. And then, as if to top it all off, she headed straight for my motorbike.

No. No, no, no, no.

"Don’t you fucking dare!" I yelled, my voice booming.

She didn’t even hesitate. The little hellion had the audacity to flip me off before climbing onto the bike. My bike.

"Fuck!" I snarled, climbing down faster, not caring if I slipped and broke something. The only thing on my mind was stopping her.

The engine roared to life, and I knew I was screwed. I’d been too lenient with my pack, leaving the keys in the ignition like an idiot. Who would’ve thought that my own mate—a deranged, infuriating mate—would be the one to steal it?

"Elena, stop!" I roared, my voice carrying through the morning air.

She didn’t stop. She didn’t even look back, except to send me another one of those infuriating smirks before speeding off, her hair flying behind her like some victorious goddess of chaos.

My wolf growled in my head, a mix of rage and amusement. You let her get away. Some Alpha you are.

"Shut up," I snapped out loud, not caring if I looked insane.

I jumped to the ground, my bare feet hitting the grass hard. For a moment, I just stood there, stunned. My mate—the one I was supposed to protect, cherish, and love—had just stolen my motorbike and flipped me off in the process.

What a way to start the morning—chasing after my deranged, rebellious mate.

I sprinted toward the garage, already planning my next move. There was no way in hell she was getting away with this. Not today. Not ever.

She thought she could outsmart me? Outrun me?

Oh, my little mate was in for a rude awakening.