The Alpha's Hidden Heirs (Selene and Kane)

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Selene kept her gaze locked on Kane, her breath hitching as he remained pressed against her, unmoving.

Is he really going to heal my wound? How? And why? The questions swirled in her mind, leaving her unsettled.

Her eyes widened as a memory surfaced-the way he had effortlessly healed her fingers before.

"I don't need your help," she blurted out immediately, her voice firm.

Kane watched her closely, the corner of his lips tugging into a smirk.

"So, you do remember some things," he mused.

She attempted to push him away, but it was futile-his strength overpowered hers with ease.

"Kane, I'm not feeling well. I don't have the energy for your games right now," she muttered, frustration lacing her words.

But he ignored her protest, his gaze shifting downward. Adjusting his weight onto his knees, he ensured she wouldn't feel his full pressure. Then, with deliberate slowness, his fingers moved to the buttons of her shirt.

Selene's heart pounded as she shook her head vehemently. "Don't you dare, Kane Thorne."

He met her glare with a frown before replying smoothly, "It's not like I haven't seen them before. I still remember every single mole on your body."

Her breath caught, and she quickly averted her gaze, heat rushing to her cheeks.

"Shameless bastard," she muttered under her breath.

Kane let out a low chuckle. "And you're still as dramatic as ever. Just take a deep breath and relax. You'll feel better soon."

As he unfastened the second button, the wound became more visible, and his expression darkened. His irises burned red as he took in the claw marks, stretching across her upper chest and trailing dangerously close to her collarbone.

Selene squirmed under his gaze, a wave of awkwardness settling over her. She tugged at her wrist, trying to free herself.

"Stop staring at my body like that. It's making me uncomfortable," she snapped.

Kane lifted his gaze, locking eyes with her. The intensity in them made her breath hitch. Fire flickered deep within his pupils, raw and unrelenting.

Her fingers trembled as she bit down on her bottom lip.

"I won't let you grow weaker," he said, his voice low but firm. "You're strong,

Selene. You need to be the strongest. Let me help you."

His words weren't a demand-they were a plea. And with the fever dulling her senses, she found herself unable to form a proper response.noveldrama

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"Kane..." His name barely left her lips before he leaned down, his face dangerously close to her bare skin. The fabric of her shirt had slipped just enough to expose part of her breasts to his gaze..

A flicker of restraint passed over his features as he carefully adjusted the shirt, ensuring her nipple re mained covered. But just as she prepared to push him away again, a sharp gasp tore from her throat.

His tongue glided over her fevered skin, tracing the wounded area with deliberate slowness.

Her eyes widened in shock as her body stiffened beneath him.

The sensation was all too familiar, awakening something deep within her. Even through the haze of her fever, memories stirred-memories of nights when she had dreamed of his touch, longed for it in

secret.

Kane pressed his mouth against her chest, his tongue working over the wounds that refused to heal. The strange mix of pain and pleasure sent a shiver down her spine, her toes curling involuntarily.

A moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

"Aaahh!"