The Alpha's Hidden Heirs (Selene and Kane) novel Chapter 445

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The other men nearby, noticing Selene’s resistance, burst into laughter. Their mocking jeers only fueled her rage. Her sharp glare swept across them, her fury barely contained. 

“You’re fiery, and I like that,” the man beside her said with a smirk. His voice was low and suggestive. “If you don’t want me to take you right here in front of them, then come with me.” 

Selene, an Alpha by blood and strength, wasn’t one to back down from a confrontation–let alone one with a regular man. But something felt wrong. Her wolf, her constant protector, wasn’t responding. It was as though the bond between them was severed. Was it the alcohol clouding her mind? Or had someone tampered with her drink? A wave of confusion washed over her as she stared at the man in 

disbelief. 

Before she could act, the man stood and began pulling her to her feet. His grip on her wrist was firm but not painful. “Where are you taking me?” she asked, her voice laced with suspicion. 

“To a place where,” he chuckled, leaning closer, “you can kill me in bed.” 

Selene didn’t resist. Instead, she let him drag her along, a plan forming in her muddled mind. Fine, she thought bitterly. I’ll let him take me wherever he wants. Then I’ll kill him myself. 

The man guided her out of the cabin, weaving through the thrumming crowd of the nightclub, until they reached the dimly lit hallway where private rooms were located. As they passed the doors, Selene’s legs faltered. Moans and muffled voices leaked through the walls, making her head spin further. Her pulse quickened, and unease crept into her chest. 

“D–Did you do something to my drink?” she stammered, her voice unsteady. 

The man turned to her with a sly grin. “I just helped you loosen up a little. You’re welcome.” 

Before she could react, he pushed her into an empty room and slammed the door shut behind them. Selene stumbled, her vision blurring. She blinked hard, trying to regain focus, but the dizziness only worsened. The man shed his suit jacket and stepped toward her with a predatory gleam in his eyes. 

Selene’s gaze darted around the room, taking in the small bed, the cluttered table beside it, and the items scattered across it–a bottle of wine, condom packets, and other things she didn’t want to identify. Her stomach twisted as the realization hit her: she had let this situation spiral completely out of her control., 

“Look, I’m not one of those women you think I am,” she snapped, her voice shaking but firm. “I can kill you-” 

Before she could finish, the man shoved her onto the bed, cutting off her words. He climbed over her, his hands reaching for her hair, attempting to brush it aside so he could kiss her neck. Selene’s instincts screamed at her to fight, and she grabbed his shirt, intending to claw him. But her claws didn’t emerge. Her wolf remained silent, unreachable. Panic set in as she realized she couldn’t even muster the strength to push him off. 

“Move. Don’t touch me,” she growled, though her voice lacked its usual force. 

The man ignored her, his hands roaming toward the edges of her dress. “I’ve never seen a woman like you,” he murmured, his tone dripping with lust. “So stunning, so seductive. A body like yours deserves to be worshipped by men. Why keep it hidden under this dress?” 

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Before he could say more, the door to the room flung open with a deafening crash, the sound of wood slamming against the wall silencing everything. The man froze, his head snapping around to see who had entered. 

Standing in the doorway was a furious Kane, his presence filling the room with an almost suffocating intensity. His dark eyes zeroed in on Selene, sprawled on the bed, her disoriented gaze lifting to meet his. “Kane?” she murmured, her voice faint and slurred. 

The young man scrambled to his feet, his confidence wavering as he faced Kane’s wrath. “W–Who are you?” he stammered, his voice cracking. 

Kane ignored him. His focus remained entirely on Selene. Moving toward her, he shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over her trembling shoulders. The protective gesture was calm, but the storm brewing in his eyes said otherwise.