Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 169: The Rogue Ambush

Kane POV:

I stormed into my room, my movements sharp, every muscle in my body tight with urgency. My mind was racing as I yanked open Elena’s closet, my fingers clenching around one of her worn sweaters.

The scent of her hit me instantly—a painful, intoxicating mix of what once brought me peace but now only fueled the fire burning inside me.

I was about to turn back when a sharp voice cut through my head.

"Alpha!"

Luke. My Beta. His voice was laced with alarm, his breath ragged.

Then, two words made everything inside me freeze.

"We’re under attack!"

A deep snarl ripped from my throat as I clenched my fists.

"How many?" I demanded through the link, already storming out of the room.

"Too many! They’re everywhere! They breached the borders before we could raise an alarm!" Luke’s voice was frantic, but he kept his focus. "They came straight for the packhouse! They’re not here to take land or resources, Kane—they’re here to kill you!"

Fuck.

I didn’t even hesitate.

I shifted mid-stride, my clothes tearing apart, bones snapping as my wolf, Ash, surged forward with a vicious snarl.

The second I hit the lower floors, the scent of blood and burning wood flooded my senses.

The rogues had already gotten inside.

Chaos.

That was the only way to describe what I saw when I burst through the front doors.

Bodies clashed violently—wolves tearing into each other, claws slashing, blood splattering across the dirt. Flames flickered along the edges of the forest, lighting up the war zone that my pack had just become.

And then I saw them.

At least a dozen wolves—all aiming straight for me.

No hesitation. No pause. They were here to kill me.

A deep, menacing growl built in my chest.

They can fucking try.

I lunged.

The first rogue barely had time to react before my teeth sank into his throat, tearing it clean out.

Another leaped at me, but I was faster. I twisted mid-air, my claws raking through his underbelly, spilling his intestines onto the ground.

Snarls, howls, and screams echoed around me, but I wasn’t stopping. I couldn’t.

They were still coming.

Two more rogues barreled toward me, their teeth snapping viciously. I ducked the first, slashing my claws across his ribs before using his momentum to throw him into the other.

Then I felt it.

A presence—one more dangerous than the others.

I turned just as a massive, scarred wolf emerged from the flames, his red eyes locked on me.

Their leader.

And from the sick grin curling his muzzle, I knew one thing.

This wasn’t just an attack.

This was an execution.

And I was their fucking target.

Fucking Ace.

Who else would dare pull a move like this? Sending a horde of rogues to finish me off in my own territory?

Coward.

I tore through another rogue, ripping his spine apart, but they just kept coming.

Usually, rogue attacks happened in controlled waves—twenty, maybe thirty at a time. Fifty at the most if they were desperate.

But this?

I didn’t even know how many I had already killed, and yet they kept pouring in.

That only meant one thing—there were more of them. A lot more.

My warriors were definitely handling their own share, fighting to keep the borders from collapsing, but these bastards had managed to slip through, all aiming for one person.

Me.

A deep, feral growl built in my chest as I lunged forward, my claws sinking into another rogue’s stomach before I ripped him apart, his insides spilling onto the dirt.

Another leaped for my throat—I ducked, grabbed him by the leg, and swung him straight into an incoming wolf, sending both crashing into a tree.

Snarls. Screams. Blood splattered my fur, but I didn’t fucking stop.

I couldn’t.

Because if I did, I’d be dead.

Then, just as I slammed another rogue into the ground, something shifted in the air.

A blur.

Fast. Too fast.

Before I could react, the rogue beside me collapsed, his throat sliced clean.

And then another.

And another.

Bodies started dropping all around me, one after the other, their deaths so instantaneous it was like they were being cut down by a ghost.

That’s when I saw him.

Dean.

His expression was fucking lethal, his eyes burning with the same rage he had in my office, but now? It was controlled, precise.

He wasn’t just fighting.

He was erasing them.

One second, he was here.

The next?

Gone.

Blink, and he was somewhere else, a rogue collapsing behind him, throat torn open, blood dripping from his fingers.

Another turned to run.

Bad fucking idea.

Dean flashed behind him, grabbed the rogue’s head, and snapped his neck so fast and hard that the sound echoed through the battlefield.

I barely had time to process before he appeared beside me, his gaze still burning with fury.

And, of course, he had to open his mouth.

"Looks like you’re struggling, Alpha." He smirked, dodging a rogue’s claws before shoving his fist straight through his chest. "Getting slow?"

I growled, slashing my claws through another rogue. "Shut the fuck up."

Dean just laughed, stepping forward as more rogues charged us, completely unaware that they were about to face a bloodbath.

I cracked my neck, a dark snarl leaving my lips.

Time to end this.

The moment the rogues realized they weren’t getting anywhere, they started to retreat.

Fucking cowards.

I bared my teeth, eyes narrowing as they turned tail, trying to escape into the shadows of the forest like the rats they were.

Not happening.

I lunged forward, grabbing the nearest rogue by the throat and slamming him into the ground so hard the earth cracked beneath us.

"One. Alive." I ordered through the pack link.

Because if I didn’t say it now, Dean would fucking slaughter them all.

I glanced at him, already knowing what I’d see—pure bloodlust.

Dean was in his element, moving like a shadow of death, cutting down every rogue in his path without hesitation. He didn’t fight to disable. He fought to kill.

And he was too fast.

Too damn ruthless.

By the time I’d pinned my rogue, at least seven more had fallen under his hands.

The last one tried to run past him.

Big mistake.

Dean appeared in front of him in a blink, grabbing his face and slamming him onto a tree with bone-breaking force. The sound of his skull cracking filled the air.

And then, as if just remembering my order, Dean froze.

He turned his head to me, eyes still glowing with darkness, then down to the last rogue I had under my claws—the only survivor.

He let out a sharp exhale, rolling his shoulders. "You better get what you need from him fast, Kane. Because I really, really want to rip his fucking throat out."

I tightened my grip on the rogue, snarling.

"Oh, don’t worry." I smirked darkly. "You’ll get your turn."

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