My Little Wolf

Dean's POV

In the case of Elena… let's just say it's complicated.

Hah. Who am I kidding?

It's not complicated at all.

It's simple. She's mine.

The first time I saw her, I was busy entertaining myself with a blonde—some eager little thing who had thrown herself at me, desperate to please. I didn't even bother remembering her name; she was just another distraction, another way to pass the time. She was all moans and submission, calling me "Master" as she ground against me, trying to please me. I barely paid attention.

Because that's when I saw her.

Elena.

Fiery. Beautiful. Angry.

She looked at me like I had committed some heinous crime. Like I had wronged her in some irredeemable way.

For a second, I was amused.

I thought she had mistaken me for Kane.