Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 154: Three Men, Each A Kiss

Kane’s POV:

The room was dimly lit, a soft glow casting shadows on Elena’s face as she slept. Peaceful. Content.

Like she didn’t just fucking shatter me.

I clenched my fists, the anger simmering under my skin. She looked so unbothered while I was out there losing my fucking mind.

Dean stood beside me, arms crossed, observing like this was some kind of amusing experiment.

She looked peaceful.

Like she wasn’t tearing me apart from the inside out.

Like she wasn’t out there betraying me.

My chest still burned from the phantom pain, the bond’s cruel way of telling me she had given herself to someone else. It was a dull ache now, but when it first hit—sharp, brutal, consuming—I had nearly collapsed.

Now, standing here, looking at her, I wanted to shake her awake, to demand she tell me what the fuck she was thinking.

Dean, standing beside me, gave a low whistle. "Damn. She looks comfortable."

I growled. "Shut the fuck up."

He chuckled. "I’m just saying, she doesn’t look like someone who’s suffering. Seems like someone is taking real good care of her."

My wolf raged at that.

I clenched my fists, trying to breathe through it.

Dean crossed his arms, looking bored. "So? What’s the plan? We just gonna stand here and admire how well-fed she is?"

I fucking hated him.

But he was right.

I stepped closer, my presence alone enough to disrupt her dream world. A ripple went through the scene, like a disturbance in still water. She felt me.

She stirred, her brow furrowing. Her breathing changed. Her body knew before her mind did.

Then, her eyes snapped open.

For a moment, she just stared at me. Blinking. Processing.

Then she shot up, scrambling backward.

"K-Kane?" Her voice was groggy, laced with confusion and something else—guilt.

Good. She should feel guilty.

I took another step forward, towering over the bed, my gaze locked on hers. "You’ve been busy."

She swallowed hard. "What—"

"You think I wouldn’t feel it?" I growled, cutting her off. "That I wouldn’t know the second you let someone else touch you?"

She paled.

Her lips parted, and I had to fight back the urge to fucking lose it.

Because I knew.

I felt it.

Her lips on another.

The sharp, searing pain in my chest like a knife straight through the bond.

And now, here she was, staring at me with those goddamn guilty eyes.

She shook her head. "It wasn’t—"

"Don’t." I snarled, fists clenching. "Don’t fucking lie to me."

Dean exhaled dramatically. "Well, this is fun."

"Shut up," we both snapped at him.

Elena turned back to me, eyes flashing with defiance now. "You don’t get to do this," she said. "You don’t get to act like you care when you were the one who—"

"You let him touch you," I said, voice dangerously low. "While I’ve been tearing this fucking world apart trying to find you, you were—" I stopped, my breathing ragged.

I couldn’t even say it.

She swallowed hard, guilt flashing across her face again before she masked it with defiance.

"And you?" she shot back, voice sharper now. "You think you have a right to be mad? After everything you did to me?"

I moved faster than she could react, caging her in, gripping her chin.

She gasped.

I leaned in close, my voice a dark whisper against her skin.

"I have been tearing this fucking world apart trying to find you," I growled. "Losing my mind. And you? You’re out here kissing someone else."

She shivered. I could feel her pulse hammering beneath my grip.

For a moment, she looked... conflicted.

Then, just as quickly, she snapped out of it.

Her jaw tightened, eyes narrowing. "So what?" she bit out. "You did worse. You marked me without my consent, remember? You let your darkness consume you. You scared me away."

Her words hit like a gut punch.

She was right.

But fuck if that made this easier.

Dean clapped a hand on my shoulder. "Well, that went well. You done yet? Or do you need a moment to wallow in self-pity?"

I ignored him.

Instead, I turned back to Elena, my voice lower now, but just as sharp.

"Who is he?"

She hesitated.

I fucking knew it.

She knew exactly who I was talking about.

She ripped her chin from my grasp, eyes burning. "You don’t get to act like the victim, Kane. You’re the reason I ran in the first place."

I stiffened.

"You marked me," she went on, voice rising. "You forced this bond on me. You tried to own me. And now you’re pissed that I found someone who treats me like a person instead of a fucking possession?"

I took another step forward. "Who. The fuck. Is he?"

Her lips pressed together.

That was enough of an answer.

My vision blurred red. My wolf howled in fury.

Dean sighed. "Welp. Guess we’re gonna have to hunt down another poor bastard."

Elena’s eyes widened. "Don’t you dare—"

"You don’t even know who the fuck he is," I growled.

She set her jaw. "Maybe not. But at least he doesn’t scare me."

That.

That cut deeper than anything else.

I stepped back, exhaling slowly, trying to rein in the storm inside me.

A slow, sharp smirk curled on my lips. "Alright then."

Elena’s expression faltered. "What are you—"

"You think I won’t find him?" I interrupted smoothly. "You think I won’t rip him apart for touching what’s mine?"

Her breath hitched. "Don’t you dare—"

I smirked, but there was nothing amused about it. Only promise.

"Oh, I will."

"But first—before I go—" I murmured, voice dark and low, my gaze locked onto her lips. "I need to erase that stupid fucking kiss from your mouth."

Her eyes widened, realization flashing across them, but she didn’t move—or maybe she couldn’t.

I didn’t give her a chance to react.

I took her mouth.

Not gently. Not sweetly.

No.

This was punishment.

I kissed her fervently, hungrily, possessively.

Erasing him.

Claiming her.

She gasped into my mouth, her hands coming up—to push me away or pull me closer, I didn’t know. Didn’t care.

I owned this kiss. I owned her.

And when I finally pulled away, her lips were swollen, her breathing uneven.

"You can pretend you don’t want this," I murmured, running my thumb over her lower lip, "but your body remembers me, little wolf. Even in your dreams."

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, those golden eyes burning with defiance and something else. Something she’d never admit.

"Wake up," I ordered, stepping back.

And just like that—Dean ripped us away.

I jolted awake in my own body, breath ragged, heart still pounding.

And I knew.

Even though it wasn’t real—she would wake up feeling it.

Feeling me.

And she’d know—Ace wasn’t the only one who could play mind games.

DEAN POV:

As soon as I yanked us back, Kane whirled on me, frustration etched deep into his face.

"Why the fuck did you pull us out so fast?" he growled.

I snorted. "Maybe because you were about to lose your shit again?"

He glared, fists clenched, but I wasn’t in the mood for his tantrums.

"You do realize you’re the reason she ran in the first place, right?" I said, crossing my arms. "And if you keep acting like a fucking deranged lunatic, you’re going to be the reason we never find her."

Kane’s jaw ticked, but he didn’t argue because he knew I was right.

With that, I turned on my heel and walked away, leaving him to wallow in his pathetic, immature self.

I had bigger priorities.

I still had to visit my little wolf on my own—without Kane’s baggage.

I needed to remind her who she belonged to.

And more importantly, I needed to erase those two fucking bastards from her mind—especially Kane.

I stormed into my room, trying to calm the raging frustration burning inside me. I needed to see her again.

Six times.

Six fucking times.

And nothing.

Kane must have woken her up, the asshole. Now I had to fucking wait until she fell asleep again. Great. Just great.

So I waited. Past midnight.

When I finally tried again, I connected.

This time, I changed the scenery. No longer the neutral space of her mind—I brought her into my world.

My room.

And I made sure she was dressed for the occasion.

A black silk nightgown, short, revealing, clinging to her curves in all the right places. Fuck, she was beautiful.

I perched myself on the bed beside her, just admiring her while she slept. God, I wanted to show her in every way possible that she was mine. That I was hers.

Her lashes fluttered, and then she woke.

The moment she saw me, her body tensed, alarm flashing in her eyes.

I quickly reassured her. "It’s me, Dean."

She frowned, looking down at herself, her hands skimming over the silk fabric. Busted.

I smiled, a little guilty. "You look beautiful in it."

Her frown deepened, but she didn’t fight it.

"Sorry for what Kane did," I murmured, threading my fingers through her hair. "He’s just overwhelmed."

She exhaled sharply, clearly not buying it, but I wasn’t here to talk about Kane.

My fingers traced the side of her face, slowly, deliberately. "I miss you."

To my surprise, she gave me a soft smile.

"I tried to escape," she admitted.

I chuckled. "Yeah, I figured you would."

She shook her head. "It’s not a place... it’s an illusion."

That piqued my interest. My expression sharpened. "What do you mean?"

She explained how she had run in circles, always ending up in the same spot.

A fucking illusion.

That meant magic.

Ace was working with witches. No wonder we couldn’t find her.

I clenched my jaw, fury brewing, but I pushed it down. Right now, I just needed her.

I asked how she was faring, and we talked for a while. I could have stayed there forever, but I knew I had to leave soon.

So before I left, I looked at her, really looked at her.

And I asked, "Can I kiss you?"

She looked surprised—her lips parted slightly, her breath caught.

Then, shyly, she nodded.

Fuck, I thought she’d refuse. But I wasn’t about to question it.

I leaned in, capturing her lips, slow and deliberate at first, but the moment she responded, something ignited.

One second, I was kissing her—the next, she was beneath me.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. My hands slid beneath the silk, fingers tracing the soft skin of her back as I pressed her against me.

Fuck, she was wild.

And I was starving.

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