Alpha's Dark Desires
Chapter 92: Naughty Book

Chapter 92: Naughty Book

KANE POV:

By the time I finally got home, it was well past 10 p.m., and exhaustion clung to me like a second skin. The day had been far longer than I anticipated. What was supposed to be a quick assessment at the office had turned into hours of dealing with rogue attacks, inspecting the damage they caused, and planning strategies to strengthen our defenses. Not forgetting Ashley tantrums.

I should’ve called. Goddess, I knew I should’ve called Elena to let her know I’d be late, but with everything going on, it slipped my mind. Stupid mistake. I’d promised her I’d come home early, and now I was worried about how she’d taken my absence. Would she be upset? Disappointed? Or worse, would she think I’d brushed her off?

As I stepped into the house, her scent immediately hit me—a soft, comforting blend of sweetness and warmth that always made my wolf settle. But she wasn’t in the living room waiting for me.

I checked the kitchen first, expecting to find her there, maybe cleaning up after dinner or waiting up for me. Empty.

Our bedroom was next, but it was dark, the bed untouched. My chest tightened as I glanced around the empty room. She wouldn’t have run away again, right? No. We were good. We were better than good.

But the worry gnawed at me anyway, pushing me to search the other rooms in the house. I called out for her softly, my voice echoing through the quiet halls, but there was no response.

Finally, I found her.

In my study.

As I stepped into the study room, my mate’s scent hit me like a warm embrace, soothing the tension in my muscles from the long day. The sight of her stopped me dead in my tracks. There she was, curled up on the couch, her chest rising and falling softly in sleep, the faintest hint of a pout on her lips. She was clutching a book to her chest, her body wrapped in one of the oversized blankets she must’ve dragged in here.

My heart clenched at the sight.

She was curled up on the couch, fast asleep, a book resting against her chest. Relief washed over me, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. There she was, my mate, peaceful and adorable as ever, her face serene in sleep.

I crossed the room quietly, crouching down beside the couch to get a better look at her. Even in her sleep, her brows furrowed slightly, like she was still mad at me. Damn it. I should’ve called her, told her I’d be late. It had been stupid and thoughtless of me not to, especially after promising her I’d be home early.

She looked so small and vulnerable like this, tucked into the corner of the couch with the book cradled against her like it was a lifeline. She looked so small and vulnerable curled up like that, her soft, steady breathing filling the silence. Her lips were slightly parted, her hair falling in loose waves over her face.

But then my eyes fell on the book in her hands. My gaze drifted to the title, and I stilled, a slow smirk spreading across my face.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I carefully slid it out of her grasp, making sure not to wake her. So, my little mate had been entertaining herself with something spicy, huh?My brows lifted as I looked at the title. Well, well, what do we have here?

My innocent little mate was full of surprises.

I flipped to the page she’d been reading, and my smirk widened instantly. The scene was very intense—drenched in vivid descriptions of raw, unrestrained passion. The kind of scene that would leave even the most seasoned reader hot under the collar.

So this is what’s been keeping her busy while I’ve been gone? My chest rumbled with a low chuckle as I skimmed the page, imagining her reading this. My sweet Elena, getting all hot and flustered in my study, probably picturing us in the characters’ place.

My wolf growled in approval, his interest piqued.

I glanced back at her sleeping form, my smirk softening into something more tender. Even in her sleep, her cheeks had the faintest pink flush, and I couldn’t help but wonder just how much the book had affected her.

Goddess, she was perfect. My mate was full of contradictions—innocent yet curious, shy yet brave enough to dive into something so...explicit.

I leaned in closer, my smirk turning into a grin as I took in the faint blush on her cheeks. She must’ve fallen asleep reading it. Knowing her, she was probably mortified by whatever was in that book. I could only imagine what was running through her innocent little mind while reading something so... inappropriate.

I placed the book on the side table and crouched beside her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. My fingers lingered on her soft skin as I took her in, my heart swelling with possessive pride.

"Such a naughty little mate," I murmured under my breath, my voice low and teasing.

As I crouched there, watching her peaceful, flushed face, a wicked idea took root in my mind. The kind of idea that made my wolf growl in approval and my lips curve into a slow, devious smirk.

What if I made her fantasies come true?

The thought of her reading that book, her innocent mind filled with such explicit scenes, only to realize that I was going to turn them into her reality... It was too tempting to resist. She wouldn’t just be reading about passion anymore—she’d be living it.

And the best part? I could make her read those very words while I did the same things to her.

I know, I know. I’m wicked. But that’s what mates are for, right? To be a little wicked together?

I reached for the book again, flipping through the pages to find the scene she’d been reading. My smirk deepened as I skimmed over the words. Oh, sweetheart, you really didn’t know what you were getting yourself into with this, did you?

My hand itched to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, but I hesitated, not wanting to wake her just yet. Instead, I leaned in closer, inhaling her soft, sweet scent, letting it wash over me. Goddess, she smelled like home, like everything I’d ever wanted.

She stirred slightly, her lips parting as a soft sigh escaped her. My chest tightened, my wolf pacing restlessly in my mind. He wanted to wake her, to claim her, to make sure she knew just how much we missed her today. But I held back.

"You’re going to be the death of me, little mate," I murmured softly, my voice low and rough.

I brushed a gentle hand over her hair, my fingers threading through the soft strands. "You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?" I whispered, guilt creeping into my voice.

She shifted, her head turning slightly toward my touch, and I took that as my cue. Sliding one arm under her legs and the other behind her back, I lifted her easily into my arms. She murmured something incoherent, her head lolling against my chest as I held her close.

"You shouldn’t have waited so long," I said softly, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She smelled like warmth and comfort, like something sacred, and I had to fight the urge to bury my face in her neck. Instead, I carried her to our bedroom, taking my time, savoring the feel of her in my arms.

As I laid her down on the bed, her eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep.

"Kane?" she mumbled, her voice soft and groggy.

"I’m here, love," I said, brushing my fingers over her cheek. "Go back to sleep."

"You’re late," she mumbled, her brows furrowing as she tried to scowl at me, but it only made her look adorable.

"I know," I said, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. "I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise."

"Better," she whispered, already drifting back to sleep.

"Shh, love," I murmured, brushing my lips over her forehead. "Go back to sleep for now."

She sighed, her body relaxing into the pillows, and I watched her drift back into slumber. My hand lingered on her cheek, tracing the soft curve of her face.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I’d show her just how much her fantasies meant to me. And by the time I was done, she wouldn’t need any book to set her imagination on fire.

She’d have me.

And that was more than enough.

I couldn’t wait to tease her about this when she woke up, to see her blush and stammer as she tried to explain herself. But more than that, I couldn’t wait to show her that no book could ever compare to the real thing.