Elena’s POV:
Stupid, insufferable alpha male. Narcissistic jerk. If only I could beat so sense into this so-called mate of mine. My entire body was on fire, every nerve left tingling and aching, and this cocky, arrogant idiot had the audacity to just... leave like this? How dare he!
My mind raced with all the nas I wanted to call him, all the ways I could make him pay. He was dragging back to the car, one hand gripping my wrist like he owned , while I stumbled along, my legs practically jelly and my frustration at an all-ti high. My body was still pulsing, desperate for the release he’d so cruelly denied . I could practically feel his smug satisfaction in every step he took, and that made it worse.
I glanced at him, fighting the urge to do sothing rash, like bite his arm or... or scream at him to finish what he’d started. My wolf, Zena, was absolutely no help. She was practically panting, pacing in my mind with an air of frustrated need. *Just a little more... just a little friction,* she whined, egging on with her desperate, shaless desire. Honestly, she was practically ready to throw herself at him, and that only made more furious.
"Let go of ," I hissed, tugging my wrist in an attempt to break free. But he just shot a look, that cocky, infuriating smirk playing on his lips.
"Careful, little mate," he said, his voice low, dripping with amusent. "Keep testing , and you’ll be begging before I’m done with you."
Ugh. If only I could punch that smug look off his face. But right now, all I could think about was the maddening ache he’d left behind, and I hated him even more for it.
"Stupid... arrogant... self-absorbed... jerk!" I muttered under my breath, trying to burn off my frustration. "I hate him. I hate him so freaking much. How dare he leave like this!"
Every nerve was still buzzing, my body practically screaming for the release he’d taunted with, only to snatch away. And now, here I was, being dragged along behind him like so helpless damsel, which made angrier. *Never. Never again will I let him touch ,* I vowed, teeth clenched.
He could go screw his self-obsessed, narcissistic self for all I cared. Let him get all smug and satisfied by himself. The jerk.
As we approached the car, I noticed sothing strange—the driver was nowhere to be seen. Weird. Did he go looking for us? I barely had a mont to look around and process before Kane, the insufferable alpha, yanked open the passenger door and practically shoved inside. I barely caught myself before face-planting into the seat.
And then, to top it off, he slamd the door shut with a force that made the whole car shake. What the hell was his problem? Shouldn’t I be the one who was mad here?
I glared at him through the window, crossing my arms and huffing, a hundred insults on the tip of my tongue. But of course, he looked calm and unbothered, as if he hadn’t just hauled around like a sack of potatoes and left on the edge, both physically and ntally.
Thinking fast, I lunged into the driver’s seat and hit the lock button, sealing all the doors before Kane could make it around to the other side. The look on his face when he realized he’d been locked out? Priceless. His mouth dropped open for a split second, his eyes blazing in disbelief and fury. I allowed myself a split-second grin. Gotcha, Alpha.
But I didn’t have ti to savor the victory. Kane looked one second away from shattering the glass with those ridiculous fists of his, and I had no intention of sticking around for whatever he had planned next.
Scrambling, I searched for the ignition, praying the keys were still there. Co on, co on, I muttered, adrenaline rushing through . If I could just get this car started and put so distance between us, I’d have a chance to think, to breathe, to cool down from the heat still pulsing through thanks to that... stupid jerk. Because if he caught again, I knew it wouldn’t just be denied release and a few spanks—he’d make sure I learned my lesson, in ways I was both terrified of... and kind of didn’t want to think about right now.
This ti, I wasn’t letting him catch .
I found the keys still in the ignition—bless that forgetful driver. As I twisted them, the engine roared to life, and I smirked, shooting a glance out the window. Kane was mouthing sothing, his face all dark and stormy, no doubt threatening with his usual "If you don’t open this door, I’ll—" blah, blah, blah.
Yeah, yeah, scary alpha. Not today.
He started pounding on the window, his fists making the whole door shake, but I didn’t flinch. Instead, I stepped on the accelerator, launching the car forward with a jerk, leaving him in a cloud of dust. The look on his face as I sped away? Priceless. Maybe he’d finally get a taste of his own dicine. Serve him right.
As the scenery whipped past , a wave of triumph and satisfaction washed over . It felt amazing to have the upper hand for once, and I laughed, a little wild, a little breathless, adrenaline making my heart race.
He could chase all he wanted, but right now? I was the one in control.
Oh, hell no.
I glanced in the side mirror, and there he was—a massive black wolf tearing down the road after the car, his form sleek and powerful, eyes fixed straight on . My heart dropped into my stomach. Shit. I knew Kane was fast, but this? This was on a whole other level.
"Crap, crap, crap," I muttered, pressing down harder on the gas. The car picked up speed, but he wasn’t slowing down. In fact, he was gaining on , his strides long and relentless.
Great plan, Elena. Now I had an enraged alpha wolf on my tail, and from the look in his eyes, he wasn’t exactly in a forgiving mood. I was royally screwed.
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