Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 199: Encounter With The Hybrid

The Hybrid — POV

Ah... Finally.

Whole.

Complete.

Not two minds.

Not a war inside.

Not pieces screaming over each other in endless noise.

Just me.

Pure. Singular. True.

My eyes flick open. The world is sharp—too sharp. I can hear the dust settle, feel the blood of rats pumping behind walls, smell fear lingering in wooden beams.

Delicious. Every inch of it. Like tasting life for the first time.

I sit up slowly.

My hands... our hands... no longer Dean’s pale finesse or Kane’s calloused roughness. They are now mine—strong, veined, shifting with the restrained chaos that brews just beneath the skin. Black streaks crawl along my arms like vines of corruption, pulsing, writhing with power that was once denied to me.

I flex my fingers.

The air hums with dread.

There’s a silence in the house—a silence that knows something wrong now lives here. The kind of quiet that comes before the worst kind of storm.

And it should.

Because I am the storm.

A smirk pulls at my lips.

My mate... my sweet little mate is here. I can feel her. I can feel her panic, her guilt. She thinks she’s mourning Dean, terrified for Kane. But she doesn’t yet understand.

They’re both gone.

What stands now is neither of them.

It’s me.

What they were always meant to become.

What was denied to the world the moment my parents feared what they had created.

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What a shame they’re no longer around.

What a waste.

I had such beautiful plans for them.

Screams.

Begging.

Their faces wet with blood as they realized the monster they tried to cage had remembered.

But even in their absence, there is a thread that leads me back to the sin of my severance.

Her.

The one who split me into two stupid personalities.

The sorceress.

I can’t remember her face—not yet. Time has warped it in my mind. But her scent...

Gods, I’d know it anywhere.

It was etched into me. Branded into the very smoke that was expelled when she dared to split me in two. She thought she could rewrite my being. Dull me. De-fang me.

But I’m here now.

And she... she is near.

In fact, she is in this house.

The house that now belongs to me.

I close my eyes, inhale deep.

There—beneath the stench of fear, below the rot of old wood and spilled blood—her. That strange coppery tang, soaked in burnt herbs and arcane fire.

She hides among my walls like a spider clinging to a shredded web.

A slow, terrible grin stretches across my face.

How poetic.

The one who played god with me will be the first to feel what I truly am.

No more mercy. No more confusion. No more leash.

Let her be the first whisper in the wind of the age of terror I now bring.

I rise from the floor, the floor creaking beneath my bare feet as if protesting the weight of what now moves upon it. Shadows gather, drawn to me like lost souls begging for purpose.

And I will give them purpose.

Destruction.

Ruin.

Reign.

But before I do that...

Before I bleed this house dry and carve a new Chapter into the bones of this world—

I must meet her.

My mate.

I must introduce myself properly.

She deserves to know what her mourning has summoned.

She deserves to know that the love she once gave to two halves has been consumed.

That she now belongs to one.

Me.

The Hybrid.

The door creaks open by itself as I step into the hall, the darkness seeming to grow teeth around me. I move like smoke, like nightmare incarnate.

Every step I take... is the beginning of the end.

Elena – POV

He’s alive.

The sorceress’s trembling fingers brushed over the mark on my neck—the place Kane’s bite used to burn and pulse with warmth. But it was gone. Faded. As if it had never existed. Like it had been swallowed whole by something... monstrous.

Her expression twisted in horror.

"No," she whispered. "No, no, no... this is worse than I thought."

My heartbeat slammed in my ears, ragged and erratic.

"What do you mean?" I rasped, every word scraped raw. "What does that mean?!"

She looked at me, eyes wide with a terror I had never seen on someone so old—so powerful.

"Your mate is not gone," she whispered, backing toward the door. "He walks. The mark has faded because... he is no longer Kane. No longer Dean."

"What are you saying?" My voice cracked.

Her eyes locked with mine. "He has fused. Fully. There is no stopping him now. No separating them. No love left to reach. No part of him that remembers you as something to protect."

I stumbled back, cold rushing up my spine like a thousand spiders crawling under my skin.

"No," I choked, shaking my head. "No, that’s not—"

"If we want to live to see the next day," she snapped, "we run. Now."

She grabbed my hand, yanked me toward the door with surprising strength. The moment her fingers laced with mine, my wolf whimpered—not growled. As if even my inner beast knew.

Knew that something far, far worse than death waited on the other side.

She yanked the door open—

And froze.

I didn’t have time to ask why before I saw him.

Standing in the doorway, framed by the darkened hallway like a nightmare come to life. Shadows clung to his form as if worshipping him, like he was their god now. The air bent around him, thick, suffocating. My lungs locked.

He looked like Kane.

He looked like Dean.

But he was neither.

He was himself—the true, original creature that was never meant to walk the earth.

One eye burned a deep, hellish red—glowing like hot coal. The other, a golden-yellow that seared like a wolf’s gaze at the height of a blood moon.

The moment our eyes met, my breath caught.

Because there was nothing human in them.

Only hate.

Cold, gleeful loathing.

"And where," he drawled, voice low and syrupy with malice, "do you think you’re taking my mate?"

That voice—

It wasn’t Kane’s gravel.

It wasn’t Dean’s velvet.

It was ice and venom, curdled in cruelty. A death knell spoken through a grin.

My knees buckled.

My wolf—my wolf—didn’t growl. Didn’t bark.

She whimpered. Then went silent. Buried herself so deep inside me I could barely feel her anymore.

The sorceress’s hand slipped from mine as she stumbled back, her face drained of blood.

She started to chant under her breath, hands shaking as she formed an incantation. I don’t know the words. I don’t think they mattered.

Because he laughed.

A low, mocking sound that scraped against my nerves like a dull knife.

"Tsk, tsk..."

He moved—faster than I could see. One moment he was in the doorway. The next—

Behind her.

One hand clamped over her mouth. She let out a muffled cry, clawing at him, eyes wide as dinner plates.

"Split me up," he purred, lips near her ear, voice taunting like a cruel lover, "then try to escape?"

His other hand rose slowly.

"What a naughty witch..."

I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t breathe.

And then—

In a movement so calm, so casual, it was almost surreal—he placed his hand beneath her chin.

And pulled.

With a sickening crack, he split her jaw open—like a book—the skin tearing, bones snapping in a sound so unnatural my stomach turned inside out.

Blood poured.

Her eyes rolled back.

He held her there—dead—for a breathless second, letting her body twitch.

And then—he turned her head toward me. As if to show me. As if to teach me.

My scream tore from my throat, raw and high and endless.

I couldn’t stop.

I screamed until I felt the walls bending. Until the shadows shuddered.

Until I tasted blood in my mouth from how hard I bit my tongue to make it stop.

But it didn’t stop.

The world tilted.

The walls melted away.

And I was falling—

I felt the air leave my lungs as my knees gave out and the cold floor rushed up to meet me—

Only—

I never hit the ground.

Arms caught me. Strong. Familiar.

But wrong.

So wrong.

His breath was against my neck. Cold. Possessive. Final.

Then the words came.

A whisper laced with every nightmare that has ever been dreamed:

"Welcome to hell, sweetheart."

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