Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 168: My Fault

Kane POV

Whatever Elena was engaging in... yeah, I already knew.

She was fucking around.

And it was tearing my heart apart.

The pain was unbearable—excruciating—like claws ripping through my chest, over and over again. The mate bond was supposed to make us stronger, but all it did was remind me how far gone she was.

I was reduced to a grumpy, unreasonable wolf, snapping at anyone who came near me.

My beta and gamma had taken over most of the pack duties because nobody—not a single fucking soul—dared to stand in front of me without getting hurt.

I was out of control.

A ticking time bomb.

And Ace—that stupid fucking bastard—was nowhere to be found.

I had marked every map, scoured every territory, searched every border.

I combed through the entire damn country, but she was nowhere to be found.

Where the fuck did they take her?

He was hiding like a coward, keeping Elena under his claws, fucking with her mind.

Or worse... fucking her.

The thought made my vision bleed red, my claws extending involuntarily. My wolf was restless, enraged, agonized. The mate bond wasn’t just a connection—it was a curse, a constant reminder that she was somewhere else, with someone else, doing things that only I was supposed to do with her.

I growled lowly, pacing the room like a caged beast. Every second she was gone, the rage built higher.

I needed to find her.

And when I did, I was going to burn everything to the fucking ground.

And where the fuck was Dean?

He had said something about looking for a witch, but at the time, I had been in too much pain to focus on anything he was saying. Now that I thought about it, he’d been acting off for days—distracted, secretive.

Did he know something I didn’t?

A growl rumbled from my chest as I clenched my fists, my claws digging into my palms. My wolf was on the verge of going rogue, clawing at the edges of my sanity, demanding blood, destruction, vengeance. It took every bit of willpower I had to stay in control, but it was slipping.

The mate bond was fucking killing me.

Every time Elena fucked him, every time she moaned his name, it was like a silver blade being driven into my chest, twisting deeper, ripping me apart.

I couldn’t take this shit anymore.

I needed answers. Now.

What the fuck?

Dean came storming into my office, dragging a witch behind him before shoving her onto the floor. Before I could even demand what the hell was going on, Ash—my wolf—was already pacing, snarling, baring his teeth in my mind at the sight of the witch.

But then—

The punches came.

Hard. Fast. Unrelenting.

I barely had time to react before Dean’s fist collided with my jaw, sending a sharp crack of pain through my skull. Another one followed to my ribs before I finally snapped out of my shock and tried to dodge.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I snarled, shoving him back with enough force to make him stumble.

Dean’s chest was heaving, his eyes wild with rage as he glared at me with an intensity that made my wolf bristle.

"You," he spat. "This is your fucking fault!"

My brows furrowed. What the hell was he talking about?

Dean lunged again, swinging, but this time, I caught his fist before it landed.

"You can’t even keep your darkness to yourself!" he roared, his voice shaking with frustration. "You couldn’t fucking control it! And now, she—" He let out a bitter laugh, full of anger and disbelief. "You infected her! You let your darkness sink into her, and now she’s like a goddamn succubus, fucking anything she can get her hands on but never getting satisfaction!"

My entire body stilled.

No.

No, no, no.

Dean’s breathing was ragged, his shoulders tense as he practically vibrated with rage.

"You stupid, reckless wolf—you couldn’t even protect your mate from yourself!" he spat, his voice laced with disgust.

His words landed like a gut punch.

My pulse roared in my ears.

Elena... was suffering because of me?

"You fucking deserve every ounce of pain you feel for her fucking someone else!" Dean spat, his voice dripping with venom. His fists were still clenched at his sides, his entire body coiled tight, barely restraining himself from throwing another punch.

My chest heaved as his words sank in like claws digging into my skin.

"Goddammit," he hissed, raking a furious hand through his hair. "If she wasn’t my mate too, I wouldn’t have bothered finding her. I would’ve let you rot in the pain of your mate’s infidelity—because of your stupid fucking darkness!"

I stiffened.

His words should have set me off, should have made me want to tear him apart for even claiming her. But rage couldn’t come. Not when everything inside me was already fracturing with the weight of what he was saying.

Dean was never like this. Yeah, he was reckless, had a sharp mouth, but he always held his damn composure. He was the one who knew how to push my buttons, to get under my skin while keeping his own temper in check.

But right now?

Dean looked like he was on the edge of something dangerous. Like he was barely holding himself together.

His anger wasn’t just fury—it was desperation.

Fuck.

He was right, wasn’t he?

This was my fault.

I clenched my jaw as he stalked toward the desk, grabbing the maps I had spent weeks pouring over, trying to find any sign of where she was.

He slammed them onto the table in front of the chained witch.

"What the fuck else do you need to locate her?" Dean demanded, his voice sharp, dangerous.

The witch flinched.

I frowned.

A witch wasn’t the type to cower. Not easily. But whatever the hell Dean had done to her before dragging her here... she was clearly terrified of him.

She hesitated for only a second before speaking, her voice tight.

"Her belongings," she said. "Anything that belongs to her and has been used recently."

I didn’t waste a second.

I turned on my heel, storming toward my room.

I didn’t care what it took. I didn’t care what had to be done.

We were going to find Elena.

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