Ella’s POV:
Stupid alpha. He thinks I don’t notice him following ? Let him. Let him watch.
I settle back in the cab, crossing my legs and pretending not to care that his car is practically glued to the one I’m in. If he’s so determined to trail like a lovesick puppy, fine. What’s better revenge than feeding him his own damn dicine?
Let him simr in his possessive rage. Let him see exactly how it feels to be on the other side—jealous, paranoid, powerless.
I catch a glimpse of his car in the side mirror, his headlights glaring like the eyes of a predator stalking its prey. Good. Let him stew in his frustrations.
The cab driver glances at again, sneaking another look through the mirror. I roll my eyes. What is it with n tonight? But it’s perfect, really. Kane’s probably already fuming, ready to rip this poor guy apart just for existing.
Let him.
When we finally pull up to the club, I can practically feel Kane’s eyes boring into from behind the windshield of his car. I don’t even glance back as I pay the driver and step out, letting the dress do its job—hugging every curve, the slit teasing just enough leg.
The line to the club is buzzing with energy, n and won alike turning to look at as I saunter past. The bouncers don’t even make wait—they let in with a smirk and a nod.
Perfect.
I can already imagine Kane’s reaction, his jaw clenching as he watches disappear into the crowd of flashing lights and blaring music.
Tonight, I’ll dance, laugh, and maybe even let soone else’s hands linger a little too long on my waist—just enough to drive him mad.
Let him taste the bitterness of his own betrayal.
Let him see how it feels to be cast aside.
And maybe, just maybe, he’ll finally understand how much he hurt .
The thrum of the music vibrated through as I downed the strongest drink the bartender could offer. It burned, but I welcod the fire. Perfect. I needed the edge dulled, the sting of betrayal numbed.
Glass emptied, I made my way to the dance floor, letting the crowd swallow whole. Before the lights and bodies fully obscured , I caught sight of him—Kane—his tall fra prowling through the crowd, scanning for like the predator he was. Good luck, Alpha. Let’s see how it feels to be ignored.
The music pounded in my veins as I started to move, swaying my hips in ti with the beat, my body lting into the rhythm. The alcohol did its work, loosening every tense muscle. For the first ti in what felt like forever, I let go.
Then I felt it—hands on my waist, strong but tentative, testing boundaries. I turned, ready to push whoever it was away, but the sight of a handso stranger with a cheeky grin stopped . His dark eyes sparkled under the club lights, and he tilted his head as if asking for permission.
Guess he’ll do.
Smiling coyly, I turned fully to him, moving closer, and his hands tightened around my waist. He wasn’t Kane—didn’t have his dominating presence or the smoldering heat of his touch—but that was the point. This man was a distraction, a symbol of my rebellion.
We started dancing, bodies pressed together, moving as one. The stranger’s hands road my sides, respectful but possessive enough to make my point clear: I’m not Kane’s, not anymore.
The heat of the room, the thrum of the music, and the alcohol in my system lded into a heady mix of defiance and exhilaration. The stranger leaned down, his lips brushing close to my ear as he whispered sothing I couldn’t hear over the music.
I didn’t care what he said. All that mattered was that Kane would see this—see —and know that his betrayal had cost him everything.
For the first ti, I felt the faintest hint of power return to , and I reveled in it.
The music was deafening, the lights flashing in wild, erratic patterns, and the crowd moved in a chaotic rhythm around . The club reeked of alcohol, sweat, and desperation, but I didn’t care. I was here for one reason and one reason only: revenge.
The music thumped so loudly it felt like my heartbeat synced with the bass. The flashing lights of the club created a kaleidoscope of colors, and the air was thick with sweat, alcohol, and the scent of bad decisions. Bodies writhed together in every corner, pressed too close to care about personal space.
The handso guy on the dance floor was all too willing to help with my mission. His hands road, squeezing my ass as we moved together. I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the reckless freedom, but the mont shattered as his hands were ripped away from .
Opening my eyes, I found Kane. His fists were already flying, pumling the poor guy into the ground. The fury on his face was a stark contrast to the earlier confusion he’d shown. Stupid Alpha and his possessiveness. His expression was a deadly mix of fury and possessiveness, his fists colliding with the guy’s face in a brutal punch.
The crowd parted to watch the scene unfold, but I didn’t stay. Kane could beat up every man in the club for all I cared; it wouldn’t stop . My mission wasn’t complete.
I didn’t care about the audience. I cared that he had the audacity to show up here, at my mont of escape, and act like he had so claim over after what he did. My chest burned with rage.
Turning on my heel, I walked out of the main area and slipped through the back door into a dark alley.
I pushed through the back exit of the club, stumbling into a dimly lit alleyway. The air outside was cool and a welco relief from the stifling heat inside. As I leaned against the wall to catch my breath, I noticed him—a guy in a leather jacket, leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette.
Normally, I wasn’t into smokers, but sothing about the way he held himself scread confidence. He turned his head when he noticed , his eyes dragging slowly over my body in a way that sent a shiver up my spine. He was handso—not as handso as the other guy, but still enough to make my pulse quicken.
"Hey, beautiful," he called, flicking the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. His voice was rich and smooth, with a hint of danger that made my heart race—but not like Kane’s did.
I flashed him a sultry smile, the kind I knew would make him bite. "Hey," I replied, flashing another seductive smile.
"What’s a beauty like you doing back here?" he asked, dropping his voice to a husky whisper.
"Looking around,"I said casually, tilting my head and letting my hair fall over my shoulder in a move I knew was irresistible.
His grin widened, and he stepped closer, his eyes roaming my body with blatant admiration. "Damn, you’re gorgeous."
"Thanks," I said, my voice soft but teasing as I stepped closer. His confidence faltered for a second as he took in, but then he smirked, regaining his composure.
"Wanna go sowhere else?" he asked, his smirk full of promise.
This was it. The mont I ca here for. I didn’t hesitate. "Sure," I replied, a mischievous smile curving my lips.
His smirk widened as he leaned in, his hand brushing my hip as he tilted his head down toward . I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin ,his lips brushing mine as he whispered, "Great." He captured my lips in a kiss, and I let myself get lost in it for a mont.
But once again, I didn’t get to enjoy it.
The guy was ripped away from , his startled yelp echoing in the alley.
I didn’t need to look to know who it was.
"What the—" I started, snapping my head up to see Kane standing there, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with fury as he shoved the guy against the wall.
"Stay the hell away from her," Kane growled, his voice low and dangerous.
The guy held up his hands in surrender, clearly intimidated by Kane’s size and presence. "I didn’t know she was yours, man," he stamred, backing away slowly.
"She’s not!" I snapped, but it was too late. The guy was already retreating down the alley, muttering curses under his breath.
"Kane," I hissed, turning to face him. His chest was heaving, his eyes blazing with fury and sothing else—sothing primal.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
My blood boiled. "What I’m doing? What the hell do you think you’re doing?"
"This," he said, motioning to the guy he’d just tossed aside like a ragdoll, "stops now."
His words were a challenge, but I wasn’t backing down. Not tonight.
I turned on Kane, my fists clenched at my sides. "What the hell is wrong with you?! You don’t get to do this, Kane! You don’t get to act like you care after everything you’ve done!"
"Well brother didn’t know you have search a fine taste in won" a voice that was oddly familiar spoke. Turning my face to where the voice ca from. I saw huh.....
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