Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 167: Killing Kane

Ace POV

A knock at the door echoed through the room, and even without turning, I could already tell who it was.

Their scents hit me first—my Gamma, and Lucy, the witch I had been keeping as a prisoner.

I didn’t bother adjusting Elena’s sleeping form before allowing them to enter.

The door creaked open, and my Gamma stepped in first, dragging Lucy along. She was still in chains, and the moment she stepped into the room, she sneered at me, the heavy cuffs around her wrists clinking as she shifted her weight defiantly.

"Let me guess," she said, tilting her head with mock amusement, "you finally realized something’s wrong with your little fucktoy?"

I narrowed my eyes, suppressing the growl bubbling in my chest.

Lucy had never liked me. Not since the day I captured her.

And honestly? The feeling was mutual.

But she was useful. And as much as I wanted to rip her throat out for her constant attitude, I needed her alive—for now.

I exhaled, leveling her with a cold glare. "Tell me what’s wrong with her."

Lucy snorted, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she smirked.

"As if I’m going to help you," she scoffed, her eyes flickering with mischief.

I clenched my jaw.

Of course, she was going to be difficult.

Great.

Now we had to do this the hard way.

I glanced at my Gamma, and without a word, he moved, grabbing Lucy by the back of the neck and forcing her to her knees.

She grunted, shooting daggers at me.

"Are you seriously going to threaten me?" she spat. "You think I haven’t been through worse?"

I smirked.

"Threaten you?" I crouched down, leveling my face with hers. "Oh no, Lucy. I don’t threaten."

I grabbed her by the jaw, forcing her to look at me.

"I make promises."

Her defiant expression faltered for a fraction of a second, but then she huffed, rolling her eyes.

"This is why witches hate wolves," she muttered.

I tightened my grip.

"And yet, here you are," I mused. "Still breathing. Still alive. Because I’ve let you."

Her nostrils flared.

I gestured behind me, toward the bed where Elena lay, motionless, drained from whatever the hell was happening to her.

"I need answers. Now." My voice was sharp, laced with warning. "You helped create this illusion that keeps us hidden from Kane. You know how magic works. So tell me what the fuck is wrong with her before I lose my patience."

Lucy’s eyes flickered toward Elena’s sleeping form, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of something other than amusement in them.

Interest.

Maybe even concern.

She shifted slightly, her chains clinking as she exhaled.

"Fine," she muttered. "But you’re not gonna like what I have to say."

Lucy scoffed, shaking her head like I was the biggest idiot she’d ever met. "But you have to let me go."

I snorted.

"The only thing I can give you is a shower and good food. Or a painful death." My voice was menacing, my patience wearing thin. "Your pick."

She rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath about "wolves and their dramatics," but took a step closer to Elena.

I growled.

Loudly.

Lucy stopped, turning to me like I’d suddenly grown two heads. "You do realize that for me to tell you what’s wrong with her, I actually have to examine her first, right?" she said, arching an eyebrow.

I didn’t respond, but I didn’t stop her either.

Taking that as permission, she moved closer, studying Elena carefully.

But the moment she spotted the mate mark on Elena’s neck, she let out a low chuckle, shaking her head.

"You wolves pride yourselves on mate bonds... and yet, here you are, fucking another man’s mate."

I let out a warning snarl, my wolf clawing beneath my skin, demanding blood.

"I told you to examine her," I snapped, my voice dripping with hostility. "Not to lecture me."

Lucy smirked. "Hit a nerve, did I?"

"Tell me what’s wrong with her before I tear you limb from limb," I growled, my claws slipping through my fingertips, itching to rip that smug expression right off her face.

The witch sighed, clearly unimpressed with my threats.

"The problem isn’t her," she finally said, tilting her head slightly. "It’s her mate. He’s releasing something through the mate bond that’s affecting her."

My jaw tightened.

Kane.

Even without being anywhere near her, he still managed to hurt her.

That bastard.

My teeth gritted together as I forced myself to remain calm. "Can you break the mate bond?" I asked, my voice sharp, clipped.

Lucy blinked.

And then she laughed. Loudly.

"Why on earth would I do that?" she scoffed. "I don’t want to incur the Goddess Selena’s wrath. You’re stupider than you look."

My wolf snapped.

A low, guttural growl erupted from my throat, and before I could lunge at her, my Gamma stepped forward, quickly grabbing Lucy by the arm and dragging her backward.

Lucy only grinned, clearly enjoying how close I was to losing it.

Before my Gamma could pull her completely out of the room, she turned back toward me, grinning wickedly.

"You could always kill her mate," she said with a shrug, "but she better not find out you did it. Otherwise... no fucky for you."

Her words were like a bucket of ice-cold water over my rage.

My wolf was snarling, my entire body vibrating with the need for blood, but...

She wasn’t wrong.

I hated that she wasn’t wrong.

I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white as I watched my Gamma drag her out of the room.

The moment they were gone, I turned back toward Elena’s sleeping form, my chest heaving.

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her, my mind racing.

Kane had to die.

And I had to do it without Elena ever finding out.

I had planned to take revenge on Kane for my mate’s demise, but I had held back, thinking that killing him would be too merciful.

I wanted him to suffer. To rot in his own misery.

So I had refrained.

But now... now that Elena was in the picture?

Killing him would be perfect.

He dies. And I get Elena.

Simple.

I knew Kane’s death would hurt her—deeply—but that was fine. I could walk her through the pain.

I would be there for her, offering comfort when she had no one else. And when the pain became less sharp, when the grief dulled, she would see me.

Really see me.

See that I was always there.

That I could give her more than that pathetic excuse for a mate ever could.

And once she realized that?

She would be mine.

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