Kane’s POV:
I was feeling pretty damn smug. Sure, she was furious, practically vibrating with pent-up frustration after I’d left her on edge, and I knew that frustration was aid squarely at . But that was the point, wasn’t it? To remind her who was in control. To let her feel just a fraction of the tension I had to deal with every ti she defied .
But the thing gnawing at wasn’t her anger—it was my own. The feel of her, so close, my hands on her skin, the heat of her body responding to my touch... yet I hadn’t claid her. She was right there, trembling under , and I’d held back. The restraint it had taken was pure agony, evident in the hard length straining against my jeans, aching with unt need.
It felt like I’d punished myself just as much as her. In the back of my mind, the wolf was growling, furious that I’d stopped short of taking what was mine, of marking her, owning her. I wanted her, craved her in ways I could barely stand, and every look, every defiant word from her only added fuel to the fire.
I knew she was furious with , the air practically crackling with her anger, and I couldn’t help but enjoy it. Watching her fu, knowing she was as close to breaking as I was... it was almost worth it. Seems we had the sa problem.
As we approached the car, I noticed the driver was nowhere in sight. Good. I didn’t need an audience right now. I yanked open the passenger door and, without another thought, I shoved her inside, slamming the door shut behind her. My patience was fraying—why couldn’t she just submit? Why couldn’t she accept what we were and make this easy?
If she’d just stop fighting , we’d already be ho by now, and she’d be carrying my mark, bound to as my Luna, ready to stand at my side and help lead the pack. But no, she had to make everything a fight, a challenge. Always so defiant, always challenging every order, every touch. She was constantly testing , pushing to the edge. My mate, yes, but damn, she was getting under my skin like no one ever had.
Every word, every act of rebellion only sharpened the edge of my frustration, taunting to take control, to show her exactly who she belonged to. I was operating on my last nerve here, every fiber of itching to put her in her place.
But as much as my instincts scread to take control, to finally put her in her place, I knew I had to be careful. One wrong move, one step too far, and she might actually pull away, put distance between us that would be near impossible to close. Despite her defiance, despite the way she pushed every one of my buttons, she was still my mate. And, even if she’d rather spit fire than admit it, she needed as much as I needed her.
My wolf growled with frustration, the tension coiled tight inside , craving to claim her, to show her exactly what it ant to be mine. But I knew if I scared her, if I let my anger consu , she’d only resist harder. And, as infuriating as she was, the last thing I wanted was to break her spirit—no, I wanted to earn her submission, to feel her surrender to fully, willingly.
So I took a deep breath, forcing myself to hold back. I’d teach her, yes, but in a way that left no doubt she was mine, not through fear or force, but through desire and dominance. This was a ga of patience, of control, and as much as she tested , she’d find that I could match her resistance every step of the way.
As soon as I rounded the car, I saw her slide into the driver’s seat, and my stomach dropped. No, she wouldn’t dare. But as her smug grin spread across her face, my suspicions turned to certainty. The little rebel had locked out.
"Elena, open the fucking door!" I shouted, fists pounding against the window. But of course, she just smirked at through the glass, enjoying every second of my frustration like it was so twisted little victory.
I swear, I’d been operating on my last nerve since the mont I laid eyes on her, but this? This was it. She was testing every ounce of control I had, and at this rate, I’d have none left by the ti we got back to the pack. If we ever even got back.
Through the window, I watched her mouth sothing like "See ya!" before she stomped on the accelerator, leaving standing in a cloud of dust like so abandoned fool. The Alpha of the pack left behind by his own mate.
Damn it, she’ll kill today with this.
Without wasting a mont, I shifted into my wolf form, the familiar sensation of my bones reshaping and muscles rippling beneath my fur bringing a sense of urgency. Paws hitting the ground hard, adrenaline surging through . I needed to catch up to her before she could put any distance between us. The car roared to life, its engine growling as she sped away, but now I was on her tail. She thought she could outrun ? She thought locking the door would save her? She was about to find out just how relentless I could be. The chase was on.
I sprinted after the vehicle, my powerful legs propelling forward with speed and determination. There was no way I was going to let her get away—mate or no mate, she was going to pay for this.
And it wouldn’t be so silly spanking. No, this was about more than just punishnt; it was about asserting my claim. I could feel the rage simring within , a primal urge that demanded she acknowledge what we were to each other. As the night air whipped against my fur, I focused on the sound of the tires on the asphalt, the rhythm echoing in my ears like a battle drum.
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