Alpha's Dark Desires
Chapter 90: Falling

Chapter 90: Falling

Elena’s POV

So, yeah. After... well, you know what happened—that—I thought maybe, just maybe, things would settle down. My face was still burning, my breathing hadn’t fully calmed, and I couldn’t even look at Kane without replaying everything in my head. Every single detail of what he’d done, of how he’d made me feel, was fresh, raw, and... overwhelming.

But of course, Kane being Kane, wasn’t done with me yet.

He was grinning at me like a smug, overconfident wolf who’d just cornered his prey. His dark eyes sparkled with mischief, and I could see it—the gears turning in his head as he planned his next move.

"You’re all flushed, love," he said, his voice teasing and low as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. "Maybe you need a bath to cool down."

I blinked up at him, still trying to string together coherent thoughts. "A... a bath?"

He nodded, the smirk on his face growing wider. "Mhm. A nice, relaxing bath. I’ll join you, of course. Help you wash off."

Help me wash off? My brain short-circuited for a moment, and then my face went nuclear. I swore I felt steam rising from my skin as his words fully registered.

"Wh-what?! No! Absolutely not!" I stammered, scrambling to sit up and put as much distance between us as possible.

Kane’s deep chuckle rumbled through the room, and he leaned back against the headboard, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Why not?" he asked innocently, though the devilish glint in his eyes betrayed him. "We’ve already gotten close, haven’t we? What’s a little bathing between mates?"

I gaped at him, completely at a loss for words. A little bathing? Was he out of his mind? I was already teetering on the edge of complete emotional and physical meltdown, and now he wanted to throw that into the mix?

"No," I said firmly, crossing my arms over my chest. "Absolutely not. There’s no way I’m... I’m..." I couldn’t even finish the sentence. Just the thought of us in a bath together was enough to send my brain spiraling.

Kane tilted his head, his smirk softening into something more playful. "You’re blushing again, little mate," he teased, reaching out to tug me closer by the waist. "What are you so shy about? It’s not like I haven’t already seen the effect I have on you."

My mouth opened and closed like a fish, completely useless against his teasing. "That’s... that’s not the same thing!" I finally managed to sputter, batting his hand away as he tried to pull me into his lap.

"Isn’t it?" he asked, his voice dropping into that husky, sinful tone that made my knees weak.

I stood up abruptly, backing away from the bed as if distance alone could save me from his wicked plans. "You’re incorrigible!" I accused, pointing a trembling finger at him. "And stop trying to trick me into doing... into doing things!"

Kane laughed—a deep, rich sound that made my stomach flip—and stretched out on the bed like a lazy predator. "It’s not a trick, love. Just an invitation. But if you’re not ready, I can wait."

His words were simple, but the way he said them—the heat in his eyes, the promise in his tone—made it clear that his patience had limits.

"Y-you’re impossible," I muttered, turning on my heel and all but fleeing to the bathroom.

Once I was behind the safety of the closed door, I let out a shaky breath, pressing a hand to my chest as if that would somehow calm the frantic pounding of my heart.

This man is going to be the death of me.

I leaned against the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were still flushed, my hair was a mess, and my lips were swollen from his kisses. I looked completely and utterly wrecked—and all he’d done was kiss me.

The memory of his hands on me, the way he’d whispered in my ear, the way he’d made me feel like I was the center of his entire world—it all came rushing back, and I groaned, burying my face in my hands.

How was I supposed to deal with this? With him?

I turned on the faucet, splashing cold water on my face in a desperate attempt to cool down. It helped—barely. The heat in my body wasn’t just physical; it was deeper than that, a slow, smoldering burn that I couldn’t seem to shake.

When I finally felt composed enough to leave the bathroom, I opened the door cautiously, half-expecting Kane to be waiting on the other side with some new mischievous plan. But the room was empty, and I let out a small sigh of relief.

Or so I thought.

As I stepped into the room, Kane appeared out of nowhere, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me flush against him. I let out a startled squeak, my hands flying to his chest to steady myself.

"You were in there for a while," he said, his voice low and teasing as he leaned down to brush his lips against my ear. "Were you thinking about me, little mate?"

"No!" I lied, my voice a little too high-pitched to be convincing.

Kane smirked, his hands tightening on my waist as he pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. "Liar," he murmured, his lips brushing against mine.

I tried to push him away, but it was half-hearted at best. The truth was, I didn’t really want him to stop. His touch, his kisses—they were addictive, and no matter how much I tried to resist, I couldn’t help but crave more.

"Kane," I whispered, my voice trembling.

"Say the word, love," he said softly, his lips ghosting over mine. "Say the word, and I’ll stop."

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. My body betrayed me, leaning into him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

Kane took that as his answer, capturing my lips in a slow, deliberate kiss that left me breathless. His hands roamed over my body, possessive and firm, and I melted against him, completely at his mercy.

I didn’t know how this man had such a hold on me, how he could reduce me to a trembling, needy mess with just a touch. But as his lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, I realized that I didn’t really care.

Kane was mine, and I was his. And as terrifying as that was, it was also the most exhilarating feeling in the world.

I escaped to the kitchen like my life depended on it—because honestly, it probably did. Kane had just disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower, and the moment I heard the water running, I bolted from the room, my cheeks still burning from everything that had happened.

There was no way I could face him right now—not after last night, and definitely not after this morning. His teasing, his kisses, the way he touched me like he owned every inch of me... It was too much. I needed a breather, and cooking seemed like the safest distraction.

I padded into the kitchen, still wearing his oversized shirt, which hung halfway down my thighs. Every time I looked at it, I felt a new wave of heat rise in my face. It smelled like him—like cedarwood and something inherently Kane—and that didn’t help my situation at all.

Focus, Elena. Breakfast. Eggs. Bacon. Something to keep your hands busy.

I rummaged through the fridge and cabinets, pulling out everything I needed. My hands worked on autopilot, cracking eggs into a bowl and whisking them together while my mind wandered back to him.

The sound of his deep, raspy voice still echoed in my ears, sending shivers down my spine. "Say the word, love, and I’ll stop." Goddess, how was I supposed to deal with a man like Kane? He was relentless—teasing me, tempting me, and making it nearly impossible to think straight.

I poured the eggs into a hot pan, the sizzle snapping me out of my thoughts. Right. Breakfast. Not Kane. Definitely not his stupidly perfect abs or the way his lips felt on my neck.

I flipped the bacon next, trying to focus on the task at hand. But then my mind betrayed me again, replaying the way he’d whispered in my ear this morning, his hands roaming my body like he was staking a claim.

I let out a frustrated groan, slamming the spatula down onto the counter. Get a grip, Elena.

I finished cooking in record time, plating everything and setting the table. It actually looked decent—a proper breakfast. Maybe this would help me feel more normal, more grounded.

When he returned a few minutes later—fully dressed, thank the Goddess—I had already set the plates on the table and poured us both some coffee.

"Looks amazing," he said as he sat down, giving me one of those devastating smiles that made my heart do stupid, fluttery things.

"Eat," I muttered, taking my own seat and stabbing at my eggs with far more force than necessary.

He chuckled, but thankfully didn’t push me any further. For once, we ate in relative silence, the tension easing with every bite.

By the time we finished, I almost felt normal again. Almost.

But then Kane leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes gleaming with that familiar predatory glint. "So, love... about that bath."

I choked on my coffee, sputtering as he laughed, clearly enjoying every second of my misery.

This man is going to drive me insane.

After breakfast—and after Kane had thoroughly enjoyed teasing me into a near meltdown—he finally announced he had to head to his office to handle his Alpha duties.

I had to admit, the shift in his tone when he spoke about his responsibilities was kind of mesmerizing. The playful, teasing Kane transformed into someone serious and commanding, a man who carried the weight of an entire pack on his shoulders. It was... impressive, and maybe a little intimidating.

But, of course, he couldn’t leave without one last parting shot.

"Don’t miss me too much, little mate," he said, leaning down to kiss my forehead. His lips lingered for just a moment, enough to make my stomach flip, and then he straightened with a smirk. "I’ll be back early tonight."

I rolled my eyes, trying to hide the way my face heated under his gaze. "Go do your Alpha business, Kane."

He chuckled, shaking his head as he turned to leave. "Try to stay out of trouble while I’m gone."

And with that, he was gone, leaving me standing in the kitchen, my emotions a whirlwind of frustration, flustered excitement, and something deeper that I wasn’t quite ready to name.

I let out a long breath, running a hand through my hair as I stared at the empty doorway. "What am I going to do with you, Kane?" I muttered to myself.

Shaking off the lingering tension, I started cleaning up the kitchen. It was a small, simple task, but it gave me a chance to ground myself and push aside the chaos Kane always seemed to leave in his wake.

Still, even as I scrubbed plates and wiped down the counters, my mind wandered back to him. To the way he looked at me, like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. To the way he touched me, like he was claiming me with every caress.

He was so frustrating, always pushing my boundaries and testing my limits. But then he’d go and do something sweet, like making sure I was safe and cared for, and all my anger would evaporate.

He was impossible.

And yet... I couldn’t stop thinking about him.