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Alpha Kane is notorious in the werewolf world—a ruthless leader whose enemies tremble at his approach. Known as the "Ladykiller," he has left a trail of satisfied women, all yearning for a taste of his intense passion. With a reputation for electrifying encounters, he reigns supreme in the realm of desire, leaving a legacy of pleasure in his wake.

At 28, Kane has resigned himself to a life of dominance and pleasure, convinced he will never find his mate. That is until fate introduces him to Elena, a captivating and naive young woman whose purity stands in stark contrast to his dark desires. When their paths cross, he is struck by the intensity of their connection but is equally horrified by the idea of tainting her innocence with his brutal needs.

Kane grapples with a tumultuous dilemma: Should he protect her from the dark passions that define him, or will she ignite a fire within him that challenges his very identity? As he struggles to reconcile his predatory instincts with the tender bond forming between them, the stakes rise. Can he tame his ruthless nature to embrace the love he never expected? Or will his fears drive them apart, leaving them both unfulfilled?

As desire collides with innocence, Elena must decide: will she surrender to the alpha’s intoxicating allure and explore the depths of her own passions, or will she find the strength to confront his demons and demand the love she deserves?

In this gripping tale of power, submission, and redemption, witness a love story where dark desires collide with the purity of the heart, challenging the boundaries of pleasure and passion. Will Kane become the prince charming he never thought he could be, or will he forever remain a prisoner of his own dark legacy?

Alpha's Dark Desires

I couldn't believe how foolish I had been, even for a moment. That stupid jerk had actually fooled me into thinking he was Kane. How could I have fallen for it? Sure, they looked alike, sounded alike, even smelled alike—but there were things, small things, that set my Kane apart.

Too bad I only figured it out after I'd kissed the imposter.

The worst part? He had cooked breakfast. And not just any breakfast—divine breakfast. But my appetite had evaporated completely, the realization of his deception souring my stomach. My Kane didn't cook. Not like this.

I shoved the plate aside, the smell of the food mocking me. No matter how good it looked or tasted, it wouldn't change the fact that for a moment, I had let myself believe that phony was my mate. Disgust bubbled up in my chest, and before I could stop myself, I was storming into the bathroom.

You Are Not Kane