Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 140: The Current Situation

Chapter 140: The Current Situation
Dean’s POV:
So, you all know I helped Elena escape from a deranged Alpha—Kane.
Was it my fault he was deranged?
Debatable.
Technically, the darkness is his. I just help him out. I take it from him, absorb it, let it fester inside me so he can play pretend—so he can be the good Alpha, the noble leader, the protector. But sure, let’s all blame Dean, the evil twin, the monster, the shadow lurking in the night.
But back to the issue at hand.
So yeah. I took Elena. Stole her right from under him.
And honestly?
I
didn’t
plan to get intimate with her.
I really didn’t.
I swear.
It wasn’t the plan.
I just needed to get her
away
from him, let her breathe, she was after all on heat
But her scent... her
blood.
It was intoxicating.
And the darkness—the
fucking
darkness—it clouded my judgment. It wrapped around my mind like a noose, urging me to
claim
her, to take what was mine, what Kane didn’t deserve.
Her scent—it was intoxicating, wrapping around me like a drug, numbing my senses, pulling me under. And the darkness in me, the thing I had been holding back for
years
, clawed its way to the surface, whispering,
Take her. Make her yours. She belongs to you too.
And fuck, I wanted to.
The moment I tasted her blood, I almost lost my fucking mind.
It was unlike anything I’d ever had before—powerful,
sweet
, laced with something that made my entire body hum with need.
I didn’t just
want
her.
I
needed
her.
She was trembling underneath me, lips parted, breath hitching, but she
wasn’t
fighting me.
She should have.
She should have screamed.
She should have
run.
But she didn’t.
Because she
felt
it too. Or was it the heat?
The pull. The bond. The undeniable, inescapable
connection
between us.
I had kissed her, drank from her, felt her pulse weaken as her body relaxed under me. My fangs sank into her delicate skin, and fuck—her blood was unlike anything I had ever tasted before.
It was warm, sweet,
alive.
It was
power.
It made the bond between us surge like wildfire, burning hotter, more violent.
And I almost
lost
myself.
For the first time in my existence, I almost
gave in.
But then—
Even through the haze, through the hunger, through the primal urge to
claim
her, I managed to pull myself back.
Because she was still a virgin.
Her innocence.
Her
fucking
innocence.
She was a virgin.
And that realization slammed into me harder than any punch Kane had ever thrown.
Because despite everything, despite how much I
wanted
to claim her, despite how much my darkness whispered for me to ruin her for anyone else—
I
couldn’t do it.
Not to her.
Not like this.
And maybe—just maybe—because Kane had found her first.
And despite everything, despite how much I enjoyed fucking with him, I
couldn’t
take that from him.
That bastard may have rejected me, may have spent his life pretending he wasn’t just as fucked up as I was, but he was still
me.
And she was still
ours.
So, yeah. I pulled back.
Barely.
But I still needed to be her first.
Even if I wasn’t the one to be intimate with her.
And there was only one way to do that.
By sharing Kane’s body.
By merging with him.
By taking what belonged to
both
of us.
And that’s what I did.
What I
forgot
, though, was that when I entered Kane’s body—the darkness I had taken from him
followed me back to its owner.
And just like that, Kane snapped.
It wasn’t entirely my fault.
Which, apparently, was a fucking problem.
He
snapped.
Apparently, sensing Elena’s distress through the mate bond—because yes, the bond was
very
much active after I drank from her— so after the best sex ever I left not knowing stupid Kane would wake up deranged from the darkness.
Too bad she wasn’t a vampire.
If she had been, she could’ve drunk from
me
, and the bond would’ve been a two-way street instead of a one-way pull, drowning her in emotions she didn’t know how to control.
But she wasn’t a vampire.
She was a wolf.
And now?
Now she was at the mercy of an Alpha who had just had his darkness returned to him in full force.
Oops.
I would have said not my problem.
...Okay, maybe a
little
my problem.
So yeah, I came to her beck and call the moment I felt her distress.
What? You think I wouldn’t?
Even
I
have my limits.
So yeah.
The moment I felt Elena’s distress through the bond, I came running.
Not because I was a hero.
Not because I wanted to save the day.
But because something inside me
demanded
that I go to her.
That was the thing about this bond—it was a fucking
curse
. It didn’t give a damn about logic or reason. It just
was
.
And let’s be real—this wasn’t just some ordinary cry for help.
This was full-blown
terror.
Her fear slammed into me through the bond like a freight train, a sharp, searing jolt that rattled my entire being. It was raw,
unfiltered
panic.
And that’s how I found her.
Running.
Panicked.
Heart hammering, breath ragged, eyes wild with fear as she tore through the forest like a rabbit in the presence of a starving wolf.
And Kane?
He was hunting her.
Like she was prey.
Like she was
his
prey.
Hunting!
Like a fucking
predator.
The idiot probably didn’t even realize how much he was scaring her.
Or maybe he did.
Maybe he
liked
it.
Hell, maybe that was the
point
.
Like some beast out of a nightmare, his eyes dark with fury, his movements sharp, calculated,
feral
.
And his stupid wolf—oh,
his stupid wolf
—didn’t even
realize
that he was scaring the
hell
out of her.
No.
He thought this was a
game.
A chase.
A thrilling little hunt where he could play the relentless Alpha and she would eventually submit, fall into his arms,
accept
her fate.
But Elena?
She wasn’t
playing.
She was running for her goddamn life.
The darkness I had returned to him was working its way through his veins now, twisting him, warping him, amplifying every primal, possessive instinct until there was nothing left but hunger and
need
.
And Elena?
Elena was the thing he
needed
.
Too bad she didn’t see it that way.
And Kane, in all his glorious fucking
insanity
, didn’t even see it.
I couldn’t sense her wolf, her stupid wolf had retreated, leaving her vulnerable—leaving her human side to deal with the Alpha that had completely lost his mind.
She wasn’t even using her senses.
She didn’t
smell
me when I approached.
She didn’t
hear
me when I followed.
She didn’t
feel
me watching.
I almost wanted to let it play out.
Almost.
Let him chase her, let him
catch
her, let her see the monster he was becoming.
But then I saw the look in her eyes.
The sheer, absolute terror.
And something inside me
snapped.
I moved before I could think.
A blur. A force. A
shadow
.
One second, Kane was mid-lunge, about to tackle her to the forest floor.
The next?
I
slammed
into him like a wrecking ball, knocking him off-course and sending us both tumbling into the dirt.
"Elena,
run
."
I barely got the words out before Kane snarled, twisting beneath me like a wild animal, his claws swiping dangerously close to my face.
His eyes weren’t just dark anymore.
They were black.
Fully.
Completely.
Consumed.
Oh,
fuck
.
I had really done it this time.
And that’s how we ended up
fighting for hours
.
Yeah,
hours
.
Kane had never fought me like this before.
Sure, he always
claimed
he would end me one day, that he’d rip me apart and finally be
free
—but our fights had never been this
toxic
.
This time?
He was truly fighting to draw blood.
To kill.
To
eliminate
me.
Too bad for him, that was impossible.
Because for all his rage, for all his dominance, for all the Alpha fury burning inside him—he
couldn’t
kill me without killing himself.
I was him.
He was me.
And he was just
wasting his damn energy
.
Still, I had to admit—this wasn’t like before.
This wasn’t Kane losing his temper. This wasn’t his usual push-and-pull between morality and instinct.
This was
something else entirely
.
The darkness had him now.
Fully.
Completely.
And it wasn’t
letting go
.
He fought like a beast
unleashed
, no restraint, no hesitation—just raw, unfiltered rage.
His claws sliced through the air, missing my throat by inches.
His fangs snapped dangerously close to my face.
His strength? Unhinged.
His movements? Wild.
This wasn’t just
Kane fighting me
.
This was the darkness fighting back.
And for the first time in centuries, I felt something I rarely ever did.
A flicker of something cold.
Something foreign.
Something dangerously close to fear.
Because I had
seen
Kane’s darkness before—I had spent a lifetime absorbing it, drowning in it,
becoming
it.
But this?
This was something
else
.
Something
older
.
Something far worse than I ever anticipated.
And if I didn’t end this fight
soon
...
We were both going to lose.