Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 142: Getting My Sanity Back

Kane’s POV:

I was a fucking mess.

Elena was gone.

Not just gone—she had run from me. And I didn’t blame her.

How could I?

I had hunted her.

Like a goddamn predator.

Like she was nothing but prey.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the memories, but they came anyway—her fear, the way her scent had changed, the sheer panic in her eyes as she realized I wasn’t going to stop.

I had done that to her.

Me.

Not Dean. Not anyone else.

Me.

And now she was with Ace—the one person I hated more than anyone in this fucking world.

The thought made something in me snap. My claws extended involuntarily, my breathing turning ragged, unstable.

What if he hurts her?

The wolf inside me lurched at the thought, a deep, uncontrollable rage clawing up my throat.

I needed to find her.

I needed to get her back.

I took a shaky breath, trying to shove the emotions down, but Dean’s words still echoed in my head.

"That’s your fucking darkness, stupid."

"You always had it, but I took it from you."

"You thought you were the perfect Alpha? You were never fucking perfect. You just dumped all your shit on me and pretended it wasn’t there."

I clenched my fists, shaking my head.

No.

That was bullshit.

I wasn’t... I wasn’t some monster.

I wasn’t him.

I was better than that.

But if that was true, then why had I lost control like that?

Why had I chased my own mate like she was some kind of fucking prize to be claimed?

I let out a low growl and turned to Dean, who was watching me with that same lazy, unreadable expression.

"You knew," I accused, my voice rough. "This whole time, you knew I had this... this thing inside me. And you didn’t tell me."

Dean shrugged. "Would you have believed me if I did?"

I opened my mouth—then shut it.

Because the truth was?

I wouldn’t have.

I had spent years believing that he was the problem.

That he was the darkness.

Not me.

Never me.

And now...

Now, I wasn’t sure anymore.

I turned away, raking a hand through my hair, trying to push down the sick feeling curling in my gut.

I didn’t have time for this shit.

Elena was out there.

With Ace.

And I had no fucking idea what he was planning.

I had to find her.

I had to make this right.

Even if she never forgave me.

As if things weren’t already fucked up, I had done something far worse—

I had marked her.

Without her consent.

Without her wanting it.

And the worst part?

She had been sleeping when I did it.

A vicious growl ripped through my chest, but it wasn’t directed at anyone else—just me.

Or maybe Ash.

Or maybe that damned darkness that had taken over and turned me into something I never wanted to be.

But at the end of the day, it didn’t matter.

Because Elena wouldn’t care who had done it.

Me. Ash. The darkness.

It was still my body.

Still my teeth that had sunk into her neck and claimed her.

Still my scent that was now imprinted on her skin.

Still my mark that would tell every other male in existence that she belonged to me.

I let out a breath, my hands trembling as I looked at Dean, who had gone eerily quiet.

I expected him to smirk, to throw it in my face, to tell me I was a hypocrite for looking down on him all these years when I had just committed the ultimate fucking sin.

But he didn’t.

He just stared at me, his expression unreadable.

"You really did it, huh?" he finally said, his voice almost casual.

I clenched my jaw. "It wasn’t me. It was Ash."

Dean snorted. "Oh, right. Blame the wolf."

"I wasn’t in control," I snapped. "I was possessed—"

"Possessed by your own darkness," he interrupted, his eyes sharp. "Not mine. Yours."

I swallowed hard, my heart slamming against my ribs.

I hated that he was right.

I hated that I had spent years acting like I was the better one, the one with a moral compass, the one who had control—

And yet, in the end, I had done something that even Dean had never done.

I had taken her choice away.

I had done something irrevocable.

Elena was my mate now.

Forever.

Even if she hated me for it.

Even if she never forgave me.

Even if she ran for the rest of her life—

She would still feel me in her soul.

The mate bond would make sure of that.

She would feel me when I was angry.

She would feel me when I was in pain.

She would feel me when I wanted her.

And I would feel everything she felt, too.

I had bound us together in the most primal way possible, and there was no taking it back.

No undoing it.

No fixing it.

I had trapped her.

And the second she realized it...

She started running and I don’t think she would ever stop running.

A sharp pain shot through my chest, and I realized with a jolt that it wasn’t mine—

It was hers.

Wherever she was, she was in distress. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

She had felt it the bond.

She knew.

And she was hurting because of it.

"Fuck," I muttered, pressing my palms against my temples as guilt sank its claws into me.

Dean let out a low whistle. "Yeah, you’re fucked, man."

I didn’t respond.

Because he was right.

I had fucked up in the worst way imaginable.

And now?

I had to find her.

Before it was too late.

The air around me felt suffocating as the reality of the situation settled in. Elena was gone, and every fiber of my being screamed at me to find her, to pull her back to me where she belonged. The bond between us was still there, faint but steady, like a fragile thread keeping us connected. She hadn’t blocked me out yet, but the emotions bleeding through the bond were anything but comforting. She was angry, hurt, and worst of all—distant.

I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening as I turned to Dean.

"We need to move. We need to figure out where she is through the bond before she decides to block me out completely," I said, my voice low but commanding.

Dean snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yeah, I feel her too, you know. In case you forgot, I have a bond with her too. Wanna bet mine’s cooler?" He smirked, the kind of smirk that made me want to slam his head into the nearest tree.

I stiffened, my hands curling into fists as Dean’s words sank in.

"I also have a bond with her."

"Wanna bet mine’s cooler?"

My head snapped toward him, my wolf bristling with rage.

I froze, my mind grinding to a halt as his words sunk in. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I growled, my voice laced with a dangerous edge.

Dean’s smirk grew wider, and he shrugged, as if what he was about to say wouldn’t send me over the edge. "You’re not the only one with a connection to her, Kane. We’re bonded too."

The world tilted on its axis as a surge of possessiveness and fury coursed through me. My wolf snarled in the back of my mind, clawing to the surface. "How the fuck did that happen?" I demanded, stepping closer to him. "What did you do?"

Dean smirked, his sharp, infuriatingly amused gaze meeting mine.

"Relax, Alpha," he said, rolling his shoulders like this wasn’t the most fucked up thing I’d ever heard. "It’s not like I planned it. But let’s just say... drinking her blood had side effects."

My breathing stopped.

My vision blurred with red.

"You drank from her?" I hissed, my hands shaking with the effort to keep myself from ripping his throat out.

Dean’s smirk widened. "Damn right I did."

My hands itched to wipe that smug look off his face, but I forced myself to take a deep breath. Violence wouldn’t solve anything, not right now. "You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about," I snapped, though his words hit a nerve. "The bond she has with me is real. It’s stronger than anything you could ever have with her."

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. "Keep telling yourself that, Kane. But if you don’t step up and fix this, don’t be surprised if she turns to someone else."

My world tilted.

The rage inside me was instantaneous, all-consuming, blinding—

But beneath the fury, beneath the pure, animalistic urge to tear him apart, was something far worse.

Terror.

Because I knew what this meant.

Dean was already a part of me—already a parasite in my existence, a shadow I could never outrun.

And now?

Now, he was a part of her too.

That wasn’t supposed to be possible.

The mate bond was sacred. It was exclusive. It was a connection between two souls—

Not three.

It didn’t work like that.

It couldn’t work like that.

But it had.

And now?

Elena wasn’t just mine.

She was his too.

My wolf howled in fury, in despair, in panic—

Because no matter how much I despised him, no matter how much I wanted to deny it—

Dean and I were one.

Two halves of the same broken thing.

And if he had a bond with Elena too...

Then she wasn’t just bound to me.

She was bound to my darkness.

To him.

Forever.

"Yeah, I’d say you’re pretty fucked," Dean mused, stretching lazily like he hadn’t just destroyed my entire existence.

I lunged at him, but he dodged effortlessly, laughing under his breath.

"Come on, Alpha," he taunted. "You knew this would happen the second I drank from her. Blood calls to blood. And since you and I are technically the same bloodline..." He trailed off, tilting his head. "I guess that means she’s mine too."

I saw red.

I charged at him again, but this time he didn’t move.

This time, he let me grab him by the throat, slamming him against the nearest tree.

"You will never be her mate," I snarled, my claws digging into his skin, my wolf’s fury boiling over.

Dean’s smirk didn’t waver.

He didn’t even struggle.

"Tell that to the bond, Kane," he said smoothly, his fangs flashing. "Tell that to her."

I froze.

Because even now, I could feel Elena through our connection.

And she wasn’t just feeling me anymore.

She was feeling him too.

And the worst part?

She wasn’t rejecting it.

"We’re wasting time," I said, brushing past him. "If you can feel her through your so-called bond, then use it to help me find her. I don’t care how fucked up this situation is—what matters is getting her back."

Dean sighed following me. "Fine, but for the record, this whole thing is your fault. You had her, Kane. She was right there, ready to give you everything, and you messed it up. Maybe instead of blaming everyone else, you should take a long, hard look in the mirror."

The thought of her out there, vulnerable and hurt, made my chest tighten. And then there was Ace—a wildcard I couldn’t afford to ignore. If he found her... No. I couldn’t let myself go there. No matter how messed up Ace was, I had to believe he wouldn’t cross that line. He wouldn’t touch her.

But even as I tried to convince myself, doubt crept in. Ace wasn’t exactly known for his self-restraint, and the idea of him anywhere near Elena made my stomach churn. "We need to move fast," I said, my voice low.

This content is taken from fr(e)ewebn(o)vel.𝓬𝓸𝓶