Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 193: Small Deceits

Elena POV:

I woke up groaning from the ache between my thighs. Every movement reminded me of last night—the stretch, the weight, the pleasure that bordered on pain.

"Hey, hey you awake," Kane’s voice was the first thing I heard.

I blinked open my eyes, squinting at the golden sunlight pouring through the window. The city was usually gloomy, but today felt oddly bright. Like something had shifted.

"Kane," I murmured, reaching toward him.

He leaned in and kissed the top of my head. He looked far too fresh for someone who had spent the night ruining me.

"How much does it hurt?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

I scanned the room, immediately searching for Dean.

"I sent him out to check on some stuff he wont be coming soon," Kane said softly. "Tell me where it hurts, Elena."

"Down there," I admitted with a small grimace.

He nodded, unsurprised. "I’ll handle it. Anywhere else?"

"No, just there," I said, flexing my neck side to side to ease the stiffness. "I’m good otherwise."

Kane tilted his head slightly. "You look better, too. The bond... it’s trying to repair itself."

"You really think so?"

He gave me that dark, knowing smile. "Yes. It’s syncing and developing beautifully."

He pulled me gently into his arms, and I realized I was still completely naked beneath the sheets and sore.

I didn’t mind.

"I can feel your peace... and the ache," he murmured, his lips brushing my neck.

"Mmm... that feels good, Kane. But I really need a shower am all sticky."

"I’ll help you," he offered instantly.

"You look like you already showered."

"I don’t mind going in again and again if you are there," he said with a smirk, scooping me up and carrying me to the bathroom.

"You’re happy this morning," I teased as he set me on the bathroom counter.

"You know why," he murmured while undressing. My gaze dropped straight to his cock—still erect, the base swollen tight with tension again.

Kane said, anticipating my question. "I can handle it. You are just soo beautiful and its been so long."

He reached for me, and I took his hand, stepping into the shower. The water was warm, comforting, but the real warmth came from his hands and the care in his every motion.

He was gentle—especially between my legs. Extra soft.

"I’ve got something for the soreness," he whispered. "Something that’ll ease the ache once we’re out."

I rubbed soap into his chest while he washed my hair. The moment was quiet, intimate...

After the shower, Kane guided me to the bed, towel-drying me with all the care in the world. I sat on the edge, legs parted just slightly.

"Spread your legs wider," he instructed gently, holding a jar of ointment between his hands.

I smirked and exaggerated the motion, spreading wide and sensually while licking my lips seductively. His eyes darkened instantly.

"Elena," he warned, catching my wrist just as I reached to tease him. "You teasing won’t work, mate."

He grinned, devilish.

"I’m not fucking you right now... but tease me again, and I might bend you over just to remind you who you belong to sore or not."

I bit my lip, heat curling in my belly again.

It felt great—being myself again. Being in control. Like finally breaking free after being trapped in a small, dark room for far too long.

I could only remember pieces of it. Snippets blurred by an overwhelming, insatiable desire. A hunger that couldn’t be satisfied no matter what I did, no matter who—

Wait.

My heart skipped.

"What happened to Ace?"

The question escaped before I could stop it.

Kane was still kneeling between my legs, finishing with the jelly—whatever it was. He didn’t look up. But his grip on my thigh tightened. Not painfully, but enough to make me feel the weight behind it.

"I killed him," he said darkly.

Shame hit me like a punch to the gut.

I had cheated. I’d touched someone else. Let someone else inside me. And Kane... Kane had—

I looked away, unable to meet his eyes. The guilt was suffocating.

As if he sensed every ounce of it bleeding from me, he spoke again—softer this time.

"Hey... it’s not your fault," Kane said, reaching up to brush my cheek. "I deserved it. I was a jerk. An asshole. I shouldn’t have marked you without your permission. I should’ve asked. I should’ve—"

He stopped himself, his voice rough with regret.

"I should’ve protected you."

I shook my head, eyes stinging. "I let him..."

"You weren’t yourself," he said firmly, cutting me off. "You were overwhelmed. I felt it, remember? You were drowning in the bond... and I left you alone."

He leaned in, pressing his forehead to mine.

"I won’t do that again."

The second lie I told her this morning.

I hated doing it.

But she didn’t remember—didn’t seem to, at least—how the darkness had taken hold of her. How it devoured her from the inside out, twisting everything soft and good into something feral. And honestly? I thought it was better that way.

Because I wasn’t about to tell her the truth.

That she hadn’t just slept with Ace... she’d drained him. Fucked him to death.

Literally.

She’d been consumed with my darkness—our bond gone wrong—and it had twisted her into something like a succubus. A beautiful, ravenous creature that drew the life out of the person inside her. And Ace... poor bastard... he never stood a chance.

He died inside her.

His body gave out mid-thrust, his soul ripped straight from him with every roll of her hips.

It was demonic.

She would see it that way.

And it would wreck her.

So no, I wouldn’t tell her. Not now. Maybe not ever.

And Dean?

Fuck.

I wasn’t about to tell her about him either. About how I’d locked him in the playroom after she passed out. How his eyes had gone pitch-black, veins turning the same inky color, like the darkness wasn’t just touching him—it was eating him alive from the inside out.

The same thing that had taken her... it was in him now.

I hated leaving him like that.

It felt wrong, selfish even.

But Dean had grabbed my arm—eyes wild, voice not even fully human—and demanded I take care of her. Our mate.

"Don’t let her see me like this," he rasped before the screams started.

So I did what he asked.

I cleaned her, soothed her, lied to her.

And I’d keep lying if that’s what it took to protect her from the truth.

From herself.

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