Alpha's Dark Desires
Chapter 75: Crazy Drunk

Chapter 75: Crazy Drunk

KANE POV:

Her hands roamed over my shoulders, down my back, pulling me closer. "Kane," she murmured, her voice breathless, "I want you."

Goddess help me, I wanted her too. More than anything. But this wasn’t right. Not like this.

I pulled back slightly, resting my forehead against hers. "Elena, you’re drunk," I said, my voice hoarse.

She looked up at me, her expression somewhere between frustration and heartbreak. "I don’t care. I want you, Kane. Please."

I clenched my jaw, fighting every primal instinct screaming at me to take her. "You’ll thank me in the morning," I muttered, forcing myself to pull away.

She sat up, tears streaming down her face. "Do you not want me?" she asked, her voice trembling.

My heart shattered at the sight of her crying. "Of course I want you," I said, my voice firm. "But not like this. Not when you won’t even remember it tomorrow."

She sniffled, wiping her eyes. "I don’t want to be a disappointment to you."

I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her into my arms. "You could never disappoint me, Elena," I said softly. "You’re everything I’ve ever wanted."

She leaned against me, her tears soaking into my shirt. "Promise?"

"I promise," I said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

But as I held her, trying to calm her down, I couldn’t ignore the fact that my body was still on fire, every nerve ending screaming for her touch. This woman was going to be the death of me.

Her sobbing quieted in my arms, but the emotional rollercoaster wasn’t something I’d anticipated dealing with tonight. One moment she was seducing me with drunken bravado, and the next, she was crying like I’d just crushed her world. I sighed deeply, brushing a stray lock of hair from her tear-streaked face.

"Why are you crying now?" I asked gently, though my voice carried a trace of exasperation.

She sniffled, looking up at me with wide, glassy eyes. "Google said women are emotional creatures, Kane!" she wailed, as if that explained everything.

I blinked at her. "Google? You’re blaming this on Google

"Yes!" she said with a dramatic huff, crossing her arms over her chest like a petulant child. "It said women are emotional, so I’m just being...what’s the word? Oh, yeah! Normal! I’m normal, Kane!"

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to suppress a laugh. It wasn’t funny. Okay, it was a little funny, but the situation was also a complete disaster. "Elena, you can’t trust everything you read on the internet."

"But it was on the first page, Kane! The first page of Google!" she insisted, waving her hands in the air like that made it gospel truth.

"First page or not, you’re drunk, and you’re overthinking everything," I said, trying to sound reasonable. "You’ll feel differently in the morning."

She narrowed her eyes at me, clearly not convinced. "Are you saying I’m irrational because I’m drunk and a woman?"

Oh, Goddess. This was a trap.

"No!" I said quickly, holding up my hands in surrender. "I’m saying you’re irrational because you’ve had half a bottle of wine in ten minutes and are now quoting Google like it’s the damn Bible."

She stared at me for a moment before bursting into laughter. "You’re funny, Kane. Did anyone ever tell you that? Funny and cute. Like a big, grumpy teddy bear."

I groaned, leaning back against the headboard as she flopped onto the bed beside me, giggling to herself. "I’m not a teddy bear," I muttered.

"Yes, you are," she said, poking my chest. "A big, alpha teddy bear."

"Elena, you really need to sleep this off," I said, trying to sound firm, though her antics were starting to crack through my stoic exterior.

She sat up suddenly, her expression serious. "Wait. Do teddy bears even have feelings? Or are they just soft? Kane, do you think I’m soft?"

"What?" I was genuinely losing track of this conversation.

"Soft. Like, do you think I’m all fluff and no substance?" she asked, peering at me with drunken intensity.

I shook my head, a reluctant smile tugging at my lips. "You’re plenty substantial, Elena."

"Good," she said, nodding sagely. "Because I don’t want to be a boring mate. I want to be the best mate you’ve ever had. Even better than all those other women who call you ’Master.’"

My amusement vanished instantly, replaced by a mix of guilt and irritation. "Elena, you don’t need to compare yourself to anyone. You’re...you’re it for me, okay?"

She blinked at me, her eyes wide. "Really?"

"Yes, really," I said, my tone leaving no room for doubt.

She smiled, the kind of smile that could melt the coldest of hearts, before promptly throwing herself onto my lap. "You’re the best, Kane," she mumbled, resting her head against my chest. "Even if you’re not a teddy bear."

I sighed, wrapping my arms around her. "Go to sleep, Elena."

She hummed softly, her breath evening out as she began to drift off. As I sat there holding her, I couldn’t help but think about how utterly unpredictable she was. But as exhausting as she could be, I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world.

Still, next time, no wine.

Elena POV:

Waking up naked in Kane’s arms was absolutely not on my to-do list. And yet, here I was, sprawled across him like a starfish, while he held onto me like I was some oversized body pillow. His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, and his face was buried in my hair. For Goddess’s sake, how did I even get here?

I cracked one eye open, wincing as the sunlight stabbed directly into my retinas. Ugh, my head. It felt like a war drum was being beaten right between my temples. Wine was definitely off the table for eternity—lesson learned.

I glanced up at Kane’s face, which was somehow annoyingly perfect even in sleep. His strong jawline, slightly scruffy from the night before, was relaxed, and his lips were parted ever so slightly. He looked...peaceful. Meanwhile, I was panicking.

Oh, Goddess, what happened last night? My mind was hazy, like someone had thrown a thick fog over my memories. There were snippets—something about wine, me feeling "hot," Kane carrying me...oh, no. Oh, no.

I groaned softly, burying my face in my hands. Did I really strip in front of him? Did I...did I try to seduce him?!

My cheeks burned so hot I thought I might actually ignite. "Kill me now," I whispered to no one in particular.

Kane stirred beneath me, his arms tightening as he muttered something incoherent. My heart stopped for a moment, and I froze like a deer caught in headlights. Was he awake? Please, no. I wasn’t ready for this.

"Good morning," came his deep, groggy voice, rumbling against my ear like a thunderstorm rolling in.

Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Abort mission.

I tried to wiggle out of his hold, but his grip only tightened further, pinning me against his chest.

"Where do you think you’re going?" he asked, his voice still rough from sleep.

"Uh...away?" I mumbled, refusing to look at him.

Kane chuckled, the sound vibrating through my entire body. "Not happening."

I groaned again, feeling every bit as ridiculous as I probably looked. "Why am I naked?"

"You don’t remember?" he asked, his tone far too amused for my liking.

I peeked up at him through my fingers, narrowing my eyes. "I remember wine. Lots of wine. And...you carrying me. After that, it’s a blur."

He smirked, one eyebrow quirking up. "You declared it was ’too hot’ and started undressing. I had to carry you upstairs before you gave the neighbors a show."

Oh, Goddess.

"And then," he continued, his smirk widening, "you tried to seduce me. Drunkenly, I might add."

I groaned loudly, smacking my palm against my forehead. "I didn’t."

"You did," he confirmed, clearly enjoying my mortification.

I wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out. "Please tell me I didn’t say anything stupid."

"Well..." Kane drawled, his smirk turning downright devilish. "You did say something about trying to endure the pain if that’s what I needed to want you."

I froze, my heart sinking into my stomach. "I—I said that?"

"Yeah," he said softly, his teasing tone suddenly gone. He reached up to cup my cheek, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Elena, I told you last night, and I’ll tell you again—you don’t need to do anything like that to make me want you. I already want you. Hell, I need you, just the way you are."

My throat tightened, and I bit my lip to keep from crying. Damn emotions. Damn wine.

"You’re not just saying that, are you?" I asked, my voice small.

His thumb brushed against my cheek, his eyes softening. "I mean every word. And for the record, I didn’t touch you last night, no matter how tempting you were. I want you, Elena, but not like that. Not when you’re not yourself."

I blinked back tears, suddenly overwhelmed by how much this man cared about me—even if he was a bossy, overbearing alpha half the time.

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice cracking slightly.

He smiled, his lips brushing against my forehead. "Always."

And just like that, my mortification was temporarily forgotten. That is, until he added, "But you do owe me an explanation for all the cheek-pinching."

I groaned, burying my face in his chest. "I’m never drinking again."