Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 135: Getting Away

Elena’s POV

I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with Kane, but he is scaring the shit out of me.

This isn’t him. This isn’t the man I trusted, the one who used to be gentle, soft—loving. That Kane is gone, replaced by something dark, something dangerous. Now, he’s possessive, obsessive, dominant in a way that makes my skin crawl. And if I wasn’t so terrified, I’d also add asshole to the list.

He wasn’t just chasing me.

He was hunting me.

Like this was some kind of sick, twisted game and I was the prey.

My heart pounded against my ribs as I pushed forward, feet barely touching the forest floor. The night air burned in my lungs, my legs ached, but I didn’t dare stop. Not when I could feel him closing in.

I wasn’t imagining it—I felt him. His presence was everywhere, thick and suffocating, like the darkness itself was bending to his will. The mate bond pulsed in my veins, screaming at me, warning me, binding me to him no matter how much I wanted to rip it away.

But I wasn’t his.

Not like this.

Not when his touch made me shudder with something other than longing. Not when the warmth I once felt in his presence had turned into ice-cold terror.

A branch snapped somewhere behind me.

I bit down a whimper, shoving my panic down as I forced my legs to move faster. Don’t look back. Don’t look back. Don’t—

I looked.

And I saw him.

A shadow moving through the trees, fast, effortless, unstoppable. His eyes glowed in the darkness, burning with something primal, something unhinged.

I’d seen Kane angry before. I’d seen him fight, seen his dominance flare up when he needed to prove himself.

But this?

This wasn’t him.

This was something else.

Something wrong.

I turned my focus forward, lungs burning, my mind racing for a plan—any plan. But what was I supposed to do? I was running blind, deeper into unfamiliar terrain, with him at my back, gaining on me.

Panic clawed at my throat. I wasn’t fast enough. I knew it.

And neither did he.

Because Kane wasn’t in a hurry.

He was toying with me.

Drawing this out.

Like he wanted me to think I had a chance. Like he wanted to savor my fear before finally catching me.

A broken sob tore from my lips, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.

Then—

A blur of movement.

A flash of silver.

And suddenly, Kane was gone.

I stumbled forward, nearly falling, my mind struggling to catch up. What—?

Then I heard him.

"Run, little wolf."

Dean.

I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate. I ran.

My entire body screamed at me to keep going, to push past the exhaustion, the terror, everything—just run.

Because I didn’t know what had happened.

I didn’t know why Dean had stepped in, or if he could even stop Kane in whatever monstrous state he had fallen into.

All I knew was that if Kane caught me...

I didn’t want to know what would happen next.

And I wasn’t about to find out.

I ran and ran, never daring to look back, but the snarls and feral growls behind me told me all I needed to know—Kane and Dean were fighting.

The sounds were brutal, raw, like two beasts ripping each other apart. And yet, I couldn’t stop, couldn’t turn around, no matter how much my heart clenched at the thought of what was happening behind me.

Zena, my wolf, had completely retreated, vanishing deep within my mind like a petulant child throwing a tantrum.

She was furious with me.

Furious that I had hated Kane for marking us. Furious that I had fought against the mate bond she had craved for so long.

She hated me for running away from him—our mate, her half.

And to punish me, she had retracted everything—her strength, her speed, her heightened senses. Every ability that could have aided me in my escape was gone because she was against me leaving.

That was why I was stumbling like some helpless human in the darkness, my legs shaking, my vision too weak to properly adjust to the night. It was like she was staging a boycott against me, sulking in the depths of my mind while I struggled to survive.

I understood her, in a way.

Zena was an animal, driven by instinct, by raw emotion.

She didn’t care about reason, about logic. She wasn’t thinking about the monster Kane had become, about the darkness twisting through his soul like a poison.

All she cared about was the bond.

The connection.

Her half.

The mate that she had waited for, longed for, ached for.

And I was tearing it apart.

So, she had turned her back on me.

Abandoned me.

Left me alone in the dark, with nothing but my own fear and exhaustion weighing me down.

And yet, despite it all—despite the distance I’d put between Kane and myself—something deep inside me ached.

Because I could feel him.

Through the mate bond.

Through the primal pull that connected us, no matter how much I wished I could sever it.

And what I felt wasn’t just rage.

It wasn’t just possessiveness, or darkness, or hunger.

It was pain.

Twisting, searing pain.

And I didn’t know if it was his.

Or mine.

I got lucky.

One moment, I was tripping over roots, my breath ragged, my legs weak, the darkness swallowing me whole. The next—I tumbled forward, crashing onto solid ground.

I barely had time to register the sudden change when bright headlights cut through the night, blinding me.

A road.

A highway.

And a car was coming straight for me.

I scrambled to my feet, my heart pounding, my body trembling from exhaustion. This was it. This was my chance.

If I could flag them down, if I could just get in that car, I could disappear. I could get far, far away from Kane. Unless he finds me. Unless he tracks me down.

A shiver ran down my spine at the thought.

I knew he would.

I knew he wouldn’t stop.

But I didn’t care.

I raised my arms, waving frantically as the vehicle sped closer, its tires screeching as the driver hit the brakes. The harsh glow of the headlights illuminated my bruised and dirt-covered form, and for a brief moment, I felt the weight of everything crashing down on me.

I had made it.

I had escaped. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Now I just had to pray that I could stay gone.

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