Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 149: Ace Story

Ace’s POV:

I know you’re wondering how I got into the picture.

And what exactly I want.

At first, all I wanted was revenge—revenge against those idiots Kane and his crazy twin.

Who am I?

I’m Ace. King of the Rogues.

Though, of course, some stupid rogues just don’t listen, and every now and then, I have to teach them—show them what happens when they defy me. That’s exactly how I stumbled upon Kane’s little mate.

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Bearing Kane’s mark.

Reeking of his scent.

The moment I saw her, my blood burned with the need to kill her on the spot.

But no—that would be too easy.

Too merciful.

After everything they did to me, after how they ruined my mate, I refused to grant them such an easy way out.

You ask, what did they do?

What could possibly make me hate them this much?

They destroyed the one thing that was ever truly mine—my precious mate.

Laura.

Before I found her, before I knew she was meant for me, she had already been ruined—contaminated by Kane’s twisted world.

Can you imagine the horror of finding your mate—your other half—only to discover that she had been broken beyond repair?

That’s what Kane did.

That’s what Kane always does.

I will never forget the first time I laid eyes on her—the woman who was supposed to be mine, who was supposed to be free, fierce, and untamed. But instead, she was nothing more than a shadow of herself, a slave to another’s will.

A stupid submissive for the arrogant Alpha.

A girl who no longer knew how to think for herself.

A woman who had been trained—conditioned—to believe that love meant pain.

She had been taught that to please a man was to kneel, to be whipped and tied like an animal, to beg for things no person should ever have to beg for.

How the fuck can someone get turned on by that?

By breaking a woman, by owning her like a fucking toy?

I’ll tell you who—a sick, twisted psycho like Kane.

So, yeah.

I found my mate—my goddess-given, fated mate—already tossed aside, discarded like a used doll, replaced by another.

And Kane?

He didn’t even look back.

Didn’t care that he had ruined her.

Didn’t care that the woman he had turned into his pet was now mine to pick up the pieces.

But I thought I could fix her.

God, I thought I could save her.

I thought if I could just show her, if I could just prove to her that love wasn’t supposed to be like that, that love could be gentle, that it could be soft, that it didn’t have to come with fucking whips and chains, maybe—just maybe—she could be mine again.

So I tried.

I tried everything.

I brought her flowers. Took her to movies. Danced with her under the fucking stars.

But nothing—nothing—could erase what he had done to her.

She was too broken, too damaged to see past what Kane had turned her into.

She thought that if I truly loved her, I had to be like him.

She thought that love meant punishment.

That she had to submit to be wanted.

And the worst fucking part?

The way she addressed me.

"Master."

Like it was supposed to be some kind of endearing title.

Like I was supposed to enjoy hearing that word from her lips.

But every time she said it, it was like a knife to my gut.

I wasn’t her master.

I was supposed to be her mate.

Her equal.

But Kane had stolen that from us.

He had destroyed the bond before it had a chance to fully form.

And when I refused to be what she wanted—when I refused to whip her, hurt her, dominate her the way Kane did—she did the unthinkable.

She ended her own life.

And Kane?

Kane didn’t even fucking care.

He moved on like she never even existed.

And then?

Then, he had another and another and another.

Now, he had found his mate Elena.

I had wanted to bide my time—to wait until Kane’s stupid little mate fell right into my hands.

Elena was supposed to pay.

She was supposed to suffer for what Kane had done—because someone had to.

Someone had to pay for his sick, twisted, psychotic ways.

I thought she was already ruined, just like Laura had been.

I thought I’d find another broken doll, another mindless zombie that existed for nothing more than to please Kane.

I thought she’d be just like Laura—empty, lost, shaped into Kane’s perfect little pet.

But she wasn’t.

She still had her fire.

She was still her own person.

She fought back.

She glared instead of bowed.

She challenged instead of submitted.

She had everything I had once prayed Laura would regain.

Everything Kane had stolen from my mate, Elena still had.

And that made it harder to do what I had vowed to do.

Because she was not like Laura.

She was not ruined.

And it only made my hatred for Kane burn hotter.

I should have killed her.

I wanted to kill her.

But I didn’t.

Because she was his mate.

And Kane—that bastard—had ruined countless others without a second thought.

He had taken my mate, twisted her, broke her beyond repair, and tossed her aside like she was nothing.

He had done the same to so many others, leaving them as empty husks, nothing more than playthings for his twisted, sadistic pleasures.

But Elena?

She got to be herself.

Because she was his.

Because he spared her from what he had done to so many before her.

It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t fucking fair.

How could he have destroyed Laura, shattered her to the point where she saw death as her only escape—but protect Elena like she was something precious?

He had turned so many others into nothing, but for this one, he had kept her untouched?

She got a chance.

She got to fight.

She got to keep her fire.

And my Laura?

She had never been given that choice.

I hated him for it.

And worse?

I hated the way I looked at Elena now.

Because no matter how much I told myself that she was just another tool in my revenge...

I couldn’t shake the thought.

She was not Kane.

And for the first time since Laura’s death, I wasn’t sure if I could go through with my plan.

Instead of ruining her completely before ending her, I chose another way.

Make her fall for me.

Make her love me.

Then, when she was mine, I would tear apart the illusion she had of Kane.

I would show her his darkness, the way it infected and destroyed everything it touched.

And when she finally saw him for what he really was—when she saw the scars he left on others, when she saw what he had done to Laura—she would pick me.

She would choose me over her mate.

Because what was the worst fate a mate could suffer?

Betrayal.

The worst pain a mate could endure wasn’t death. It was watching the one they were bound to give themselves to another—heart, soul, and body.

If I could get Elena to kiss me, just once, Kane would feel it. The mate bond would burn him from the inside out, making him feel unimaginable pain.

And if she did more than that?

If she gave herself to me?

It would destroy him.

That was the plan.

A perfect plan.

What I didn’t anticipate was... me.

I didn’t expect to become fond of her.

I didn’t expect to like her.

And now, my greatest problem wasn’t Kane.

It was me.

Because I didn’t just want to use Elena.

I wanted her.

At first, it was easy to pretend.

Easy to be the charming, patient, romantic man she had never experienced before.

I brought her flowers every evening, watched as she rolled her eyes but still accepted them.

I played music, asked her to dance, and though she resisted at first, I could tell she secretly liked it.

She had fire.

She had a soul that wasn’t broken yet.

She was everything Laura could have been if Kane hadn’t ruined her.

But the more time I spent with her, the more I forgot why I started this in the first place.

I was supposed to be playing a game.

But it wasn’t a game anymore.

I started looking forward to our evenings together.

Started noticing the little things—like the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was nervous, or the way her lips parted slightly when she was deep in thought.

I started craving her laughter.

And the worst part?

I hated the idea of hurting her.

But Kane... Kane needed to pay.

Every time I thought about what he did to Laura, I remembered her broken eyes, the way she begged me to love her the way Kane had—through pain and submission.

I remembered the night she ended her own life, leaving behind nothing but the scent of her blood and a letter saying, "I’m sorry I wasn’t enough."

That was Kane’s doing.

And now he had Elena.

A second chance.

A mate who still had fire.

Why should he be spared?

Why should he get to have the love and loyalty of a mate when he had ruined mine?

No.

I wouldn’t let him have her.

Even if I wasn’t completely sure anymore whether I wanted revenge or if I simply wanted her.

So I changed the plan.

Instead of forcing her, instead of manipulating her, I would do something worse.

I would make her fall for me.

For real.

And then, when Kane came for her, she wouldn’t go back.

She would choose me.

And when she did?

It would destroy him.

Or at least... that’s what I told myself.

Because the deeper I fell into this, the more I wondered...

Was I really doing this for revenge?

Or had I just fallen for the one thing I swore to ruin?

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