Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 183: His Fault

Dean’s POV

I woke up gasping, my body drenched in cold sweat, my fangs bared, heart pounding like a fucking war drum.

The moment my eyes snapped open, I knew—I could feel it. Something was wrong.

Dark. Vile. Twisted.

Voodoo.

It had sunk its claws into Elena’s mind like a disease, wrapping around her soul, warping her reality. That thing—that shadowed figure—it wasn’t just some illusion or trick. It was a part of her now.

It had tainted her.

My fists clenched.

The air around me crackled as my vampire instincts surged, a violent need to destroy, to kill, to rip apart anything that had dared touch my mate.

I turned my head to Kane, who was standing near the window, arms crossed, jaw clenched. He hadn’t slept—probably because my body had been twitching, growling, reacting in my sleep the entire time.

"She’s infected," I said through gritted teeth.

Kane’s head snapped toward me. "What the fuck do you mean, infected?"

I sat up, running a shaky hand through my hair. "That wasn’t just some mind trick, Kane. Someone or something put dark voodoo in her fucking head."

Kane’s eyes darkened. His wolf surged beneath his skin, itching for a fight. "What does that mean for her?"

I exhaled, trying to steady myself.

"It means she’s being controlled. Manipulated." I swallowed hard, my jaw locking. "It means the longer this shit stays in her, the harder it’s going to be to get her back."

Kane didn’t move.

But I could feel his rage rising—the tension in his muscles, the way his nostrils flared as his wolf howled for blood.

"Who?" His voice was low, lethal. "Who the fuck did this to her?"

I shook my head. "I don’t know. But if we don’t find out soon..."

I didn’t finish.

Because we both knew what I meant.

If we didn’t fix this—if we didn’t rip this poison out of her mind—we were going to lose her.

For good.

It was his fucking fault.

The rage in me was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It burned, seethed, and demanded blood.

Kane’s blood.

I had never wanted to kill someone the way I wanted to rip him apart right now. My hands trembled, my fangs ached, and my vision blurred with nothing but pure hatred.

This was because of his fucking darkness.

His weakness.

His recklessness.

He had let that twisted, corrupted part of him slip—and now Elena was paying the price.

She was being consumed, her mind overtaken, her body being used like a puppet for something evil.

And Kane?

He had the fucking audacity to just stand there, his fists clenched, guilt flashing in his eyes.

Not enough.

Guilt wasn’t enough.

He needed to bleed for this.

Without thinking, without hesitating, I lunged.

My fist collided with his jaw, the sickening crack of impact echoing through the room. Kane’s head snapped to the side, but I didn’t stop—I couldn’t.

I wanted to break him.

I needed to break him.

Before he could recover, I slammed my elbow into his ribs, then grabbed his throat and threw him across the room. His back crashed against the wall, shattering a wooden shelf on impact.

"YOU DID THIS TO HER!" I roared, my voice thick with fury.

Kane coughed, his head hanging low, but I wasn’t done.

I was on him again in a second, lifting him by the throat. His wolf fought back—his claws dug into my arm, his fangs bared in warning.

I didn’t give a fuck.

I slammed him back down, cracking the floor beneath us.

"She’s in that fucking state because of YOU!" I snarled, my fangs inches from his face. "Your fucking darkness infected her! Your weakness let this happen!"

Kane growled low in his throat, his eyes flickering to his wolf’s golden hue. His fingers curled into fists, and in one swift move, he flipped us.

Now I was the one on the ground, with Kane’s hand around my neck, his claws extending.

His breathing was ragged, controlled.

"That’s right, Dean," he hissed, voice low and deadly. "Blame me. Fight me. But that’s not gonna fucking save her."

His grip on my throat tightened.

My fangs bared as my vision darkened, but I refused to break eye contact.

I could see it.

The anger. The guilt. The fucking torment in his eyes.

I didn’t care.

I growled, my muscles tensing, ready to tear him apart.

Not yet.

We needed the witch.

She was the only one who could help Elena, the only one who could unravel whatever fucked-up darkness had seeped into her mind.

Kane and I stood outside the small cottage where the last witch we found had worked her spell. But she was gone.

Vanished.

Like she had known what was coming.

Convenient.

Too fucking convenient.

I clenched my fists. "This is a waste of time," I growled. "She’s gone. Probably ran the moment she felt Elena’s power."

Kane was already sniffing around, his wolf senses picking up whatever he could. "Then we find another one. We don’t stop until we do."

I scoffed. "Oh yeah? And how do you suggest we find a witch willing to help a vampire, an Alpha, and a mate who’s turning into a fucking void of darkness?"

Kane turned to me, his eyes burning gold. "We threaten. We bribe. We kill if we have to. But we don’t leave her like this."

He wasn’t wrong.

Elena wasn’t just possessed. It was worse.

When I had connected to her mind earlier, I saw it—something else was in there with her.

A dark figure, a shadow with no face, its hands all over her.

Touching her. Using her. Taking what wasn’t his.

I had tried to rip it away from her, to fight it, but the thing dissolved the moment I reached for it—like it was never there at all.

Like it was a part of her now.

That’s when I knew—

She didn’t just need saving. She needed cleansing.

And only a witch could do that.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to focus. "Fine," I said. "But we’re not wandering the fucking forest looking for one. We go where witches actually are."

Kane’s eyes narrowed. "You mean—"

"Yeah," I muttered. "We go to the coven."

Silence.

Even Kane hesitated at that.

Because approaching a coven of witches?

That was basically walking into enemy territory blind.

But we had no choice.

Elena’s life—her soul—depended on it.

Kane let out a slow exhale. "Then we move. Now."

And without another word, we ran—toward the one place we swore we’d never step foot in.

The witches’ domain.

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