Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 180: The Witch Is Gone

Dean POV

"SHIFT"

Fucking idiot.

Elena commanded, and Kane—a goddamn Alpha—obeyed without hesitation.

The massive black wolf above us shimmered, bones twisting, fur retracting, until Kane was fully human again.

Naked.

And on top of her.

Stupid fucking move.

The second he shifted, Elena’s smirk deepened.

Her thighs parted just enough to cradle his hips.

And Kane, the fucking dumbass, inhaled sharply as soon as he felt her skin against his.

I saw the exact moment he lost himself.

His breath stuttered. His arms trembled, bracing himself over her. His wolf—the same one that had been **furious just seconds ago—**was now desperate.

Fighting between lust and logic.

And losing.

Elena took full advantage of it.

Her fingers trailed up his chest, nails scratching lightly down his skin, teasing, coaxing.

And then, she rolled her hips against him.

Kane let out a snarled breath, his muscles locking up.

"Elena," he growled, his voice hoarse.

She only tilted her head, those black, unnatural eyes staring up at him.

"Why are you fighting it?" she whispered. "You want me."

She reached down, fingers wrapping around his already hard cock, stroking him slow and deliberate.

I fucking snapped.

I yanked Kane back, gripping his throat, slamming him off her and into the fucking wall. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

His eyes blazed, a full Alpha snarl ripping from his throat.

But I didn’t care.

He was about to make the same fucking mistake I did.

I bared my fangs at him. "You fucking moron."

Kane snarled, his claws already extending. "Touch me again, leech, and I’ll—"

"Die," I cut in. "Just like Ace."

The words hit like a silver bullet.

Because for the first time since we walked in, Kane really looked at her.

Not just at her body.

At her.

At the unnatural way she moved.

The inky blackness of her eyes.

The way she was still writhing against nothing, desperate, insatiable.

The way Ace had been.

Until he’d fucking died.

Kane’s face twisted in rage. He turned his fury back to Elena.

"What the fuck did you do?" His voice was sharp, dangerous. Alpha command.

Elena... laughed.

Slow. Sinister.

Like she knew something we didn’t.

I exchanged a glance with Kane.

Truce still on.

For now.

Because whatever was inside our mate...

Wasn’t leaving willingly.

"Boys, boys."

Elena’s voice was pure sin, smooth and taunting.

"There’s no need to fight."

She moaned, fingers sliding between her thighs—completely unashamed, completely lost in whatever dark hunger had taken over her.

"I’m enough for both of you," she whispered, back arching, thighs parting. "I just want a nice, hard fuck."

Fuck.

I turned away, raking a hand through my hair, trying to regain some control.

Kane was breathing like a rabid animal, fists clenched, jaw locked.

I could smell how much he wanted her.

Fuck, I wanted her too.

But this wasn’t just lust.

This was something else.

Something twisted.

Something that had just killed a man.

She needed clothes.

We all needed clothes.

But especially her.

Because if we were going to get anywhere—if we were going to figure out what the fuck was happening to our mate—

We needed to stop thinking with our dicks.

And start fighting whatever the fuck had taken over her.

Elena’s black eyes gleamed as she slowly slid her fingers from between her thighs, bringing them to her lips. She sucked them clean, moaning, her tongue swirling in deliberate, sinful strokes.

Fucking hell.

Kane let out a low, guttural growl, his eyes shifting between his human form and his wolf, fighting against the primal urge to claim her. His fists were trembling at his sides, barely containing himself.

I wasn’t doing much better.

We were both naked, standing in the dimly lit room, our bodies still charged from everything that had just happened. My cock was still aching, and Kane’s was just as hard—hell, maybe harder—at the sight of her licking herself clean.

We needed to think. We needed to get control.

"Elena," I said, my voice rough.

Her gaze flicked to me, and fuck, I nearly lost my resolve.

She looked insatiable. Dangerous. Untouchable.

She tilted her head, licking her lips. "Yes, my love?"

I knew that tone. It was mocking. Testing.

"Elena, you need to put some fucking clothes on," Kane growled. His voice was hoarse, as if it physically pained him to say the words.

Her smile was pure seduction.

"Why?" she asked, stretching like a lazy cat, her breasts perking up as she arched her back. "You clearly like what you see."

Neither of us could argue with that.

But this wasn’t about liking.

This was about surviving.

I took a slow, deliberate step toward her. "Because whatever the fuck is happening to you isn’t normal."

She pouted, dragging her nails over my bare chest, making my muscles twitch. "You didn’t seem to mind when you were fucking me against that wall."

Fuck.

My hands fisted at my sides to keep from grabbing her again.

Kane, the stupid fucking wolf, was already stepping forward, his restraint snapping like a frayed rope.

"You need to stop teasing," he warned, his voice dark. "Or I’m going to pin you down and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days."

A shiver ran through her—one of delight, not fear.

She reached out, grabbing his cock, stroking him lazily.

I growled. "Elena."

Her eyes snapped to mine, and for a second—just a second—I saw something flicker behind them. Something foreign. Something not her.

That was enough to make me act.

I grabbed her by the waist, yanking her off Kane and tossing her onto the massive bed.

She laughed—actually fucking laughed.

"Oh, Dean," she purred, spreading her legs. "That’s more like it."

But I wasn’t playing this game anymore.

I moved lightning fast, pinning her wrists above her head, locking her in place.

Kane, to my surprise, mirrored me—grabbing her ankles and pushing her legs together, keeping her from tempting us any further.

She struggled, snarling, her black eyes flashing.

For the first time since we stepped into this room, she looked trapped.

"I don’t think you’re in control anymore, sweetheart," I murmured, leaning in just enough for her breath to hitch.

Kane’s grip tightened on her thighs.

We weren’t going to fuck her.

We were going to save her.

I covered Elena with the bedsheet, ignoring the way she smirked at me like she was amused by my attempt at modesty. Fuck that. I needed her out of my sight before she tempted me again.

I grabbed my pants from the floor, pulling them on, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. Then, I tossed a pair of shorts at Kane, who caught them midair without opening his eyes and slipped them on.

The room was thick with tension—sexual, predatory, and something much, much worse.

Ruffling my hair in frustration, I tried to force my brain to function past the throbbing pulse of desire and the unsettling realization that something was wrong with Elena.

An idea struck me. A desperate, last-ditch idea.

"Where’s the witch that broke Ace’s illusion?" I asked, turning to Kane.

He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, eyes shut, chest rising and falling in measured breaths. Trying to calm himself. Trying not to snap.

"She ran off after the illusion broke," he finally muttered. His voice was gravelly, still thick with restraint.

My hands curled into fists. "You let her leave?"

Kane’s eyes snapped open, glowing faintly. "I had a fucking rogue army trying to rip my throat out, Dean. I didn’t exactly have time to chase after a witch."

Shit.

There went our only reliable way of fixing this mess.

"She said something about her work being done," Kane added with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Then she disappeared."

Perfect.

Just fucking perfect.

Witches were already a nightmare to find, and now we’d have to track down another—which, considering how difficult it was to even find one willing to help, meant we were in deep fucking shit.

I glanced at Elena.

She was still watching us, her dark eyes glinting, something predatory curling at the edges of her smirk.

She looked pleased.

Like she knew exactly what kind of chaos she had thrown us into.

Like she was enjoying it.

I swallowed down the urge to snarl.

One thing was clear—time was running out.

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