The Alpha's Hidden Heirs (Selene and Kane) novel Chapter 342

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Chapter 342 

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Kane’s words sent a chill through me, making me react instinctively–I shoved him. 

The force of my push made him step back, his gaze clouded with conflicting emotions. There was a softness in his eyes, yet his usual commanding presence lingered beneath. It was as if he was trying to mask it from me. 

“You’re such a jerk,” I muttered, retreating a step. 

“I’ve never met anyone as shameless as you. What do you take me for? Do I look like the kind of woman who would cheat on her partner? No, Kane Thorne, that’s your style, not mine.” 

He didn’t so much as flinch, just kept watching me with an unnerving calm, as if he had expected this reaction. I couldn’t understand what game he was playing. 

“You’ll never change, Kane. Every word, every action–it’s all an act, just like you,” I spat before turning toward the door. 

As I reached for the handle, a bandaged hand slammed against the wood beside my head. 

I froze. 

Kane’s warmth pressed in from behind, his presence wrapping around me. Spinning around, I found him even closer than before. 

My breath hitched as the realization of our proximity sank in. His gaze locked onto mine, intense, unwavering. He looked… furious. 

I swallowed hard, lifting a hand to shove him away. My palm landed on his chest–only to still when I felt the wound. The one I had given him during the war. 

A flicker of hesitation passed through me as I slowly withdrew my hand, trying to regain my 

composure. 

“What the hell are you doing?” My voice was sharp, cold. 

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out, his fingers tilting my chin up until our eyes met. 

“Hate me all you want. Shove me, hit me–I don’t care,” he murmured, his voice low and deliberate. “But don’t call me a liar. Because when it comes to you, everything I say is real.” 

Then, without warning, he leaned in, his forehead pressing against mine. I couldn’t even blink. 

His gaze held mine captive as his thumb traced a slow path from my chin to my lower lip. 

“You moved on after a year or two of our divorce,” he whispered. “But me? I never did. I’ve loved y years. Whether it was the girl who saved me as a kid or the woman who walked away from me after our marriage ended… it was always you.” 

His words sent a tremor through me. The way he said it, it felt like he was pouring his soul into me, making me feel every ounce of his emotions. 

Could it be real? Did he actually love me?