Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 201: Mated To The Hybrid

Alpha King Damon – POV

The cold morning air bit at the skin of the living.

Not that I noticed.

I stood atop the steps of the pack house—the same place Kane once addressed this pathetic excuse of a pack with warmth and compassion. He tried to lead with strength wrapped in empathy.

Foolish.

Empathy doesn’t make people kneel.

Fear does.

I stood tall—shoulders squared, eyes burning—one crimson, one golden. A warning to every soul gathered before me.

The warriors came first, summoned by the three I had ordered. Then came the elders, the ranked wolves, the trackers, the omegas. Children clung to mothers. Fathers stood stiff and pale. The entire pack filled the clearing, hundreds of eyes locked onto me.

But none of them dared meet my gaze for long.

Good.

Let their fear settle like iron in their bones.

Let them remember who rules now.

"Bow," I commanded, voice low but laced with Alpha power.

A collective shudder swept through them.

One by one, they dropped.

Some on instinct.

Others in panic.

The last few needed a growl that shook the air like a thunderclap. But eventually, they all knelt.

I descended the steps slowly, deliberate in every stride, letting the silence stretch until it became suffocating.

"I am not your Kane."

My voice sliced through the air like a blade.

"And I am not Dean."

No one moved.

No one spoke.

"I am the truth that was hidden from you—the whole you were never meant to see. I am the monster they tried to bury, the darkness they divided to protect the world."

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

"I am Alpha King Damon."

I smiled—a cruel, sharp thing. A smile that showed teeth.

"And I have returned."

Gasps broke in the crowd. Whimpers. A pup sobbed, quickly silenced by a trembling mother.

Good.

Fear was sinking in.

"I have been whole for less than a day, and already your leaders lie rotting beneath my feet," I continued, gesturing to the place where blood still stained the earth. "Your Beta and Gamma died with dignity. Perhaps more than they deserved."

Murmurs swelled.

I snarled, and the sound alone silenced them again.

"I let them fight. I gave them the honor of death by my hand. You will not be afforded the same mercy if you defy me."

I turned, pacing slowly before the crowd like a wolf among carcasses.

"This pack, this territory, this world—they are mine now."

My voice dropped into a hiss.

"I will conquer the vampire kingdom. I will burn their courts to ash and crush their ancient lineages beneath my heel."

The vampires would feel what it meant to reject me. To shun me. To call me abomination.

"And I will take every werewolf pack that has ever dared to claim independence and bend them to their knees beneath my banner."

The elders looked at one another in panic. One of them opened his mouth.

I raised a single finger.

He closed it again.

"Under my rule, there will be one kingdom, one bloodline, one name feared in every whisper, every prayer, every cry of mercy."

I turned back to the crowd, eyes glowing like twin suns of destruction.

"Mine."

The word echoed.

Mine.

"My reign begins today. And you—" I pointed to the warriors still bowing before me, "—will gather every pack in this region. Invite them to swear loyalty. If they resist..."

I let the words trail off, and then smiled.

"Slaughter their alphas. String their entrails from the trees. Burn their marks from the land. Let them know what it costs to deny a king."

Three of the warriors stiffened.

"You three," I said. "Your families now live or die based on your obedience. If I even hear a whisper of rebellion, I will hold you responsible. I will make you watch as I drain your children dry—slowly—and feed them to the wolves. Then I’ll peel the skin off your mates before your eyes."

Their bodies trembled.

One of them let out a whimper.

I chuckled.

"Now go."

They vanished like terrified mice.

I turned back to the remaining pack.

"I am not Kane. He is dead. You will not call me Alpha Kane. You will never speak his name again in my presence."

I let the weight of the words settle like chains around their necks.

"I am Alpha King Damon."

"My blood is of night and beast. I am the fusion of predator and shadow. I am the wrath of a thousand years denied. And I will be worshipped—or feared."

With a wave of my hand, I gestured toward the pack house.

"No one will live here again. This den belongs to me now. Clean it."

Several members scrambled to obey. A warrior tried to speak.

"Alpha Kane used to stay at his own house—"

The air stilled.

I stepped forward until we were nose to nose. I didn’t shout. I didn’t growl.

"I am not Kane," I said in a voice so low and dark it made his knees buckle. "And if you speak that name again, I will rip out your tongue and make your mate swallow it."

He collapsed in a bow so fast he cracked his own nose on the dirt.

I straightened.

"Remember," I said, loud enough for all to hear. "This world is broken. Divided. Weak. But I... I was born to unify it in blood."

I glanced toward the house.

"My queen sleeps," I murmured, more to myself than them.

"When she wakes... the age of mercy ends."

Elena – POV

I woke to silence.

Not the peaceful kind. The kind that sinks in too deep, too heavy—like a burial shroud wrapped around your senses.

My body was cold, but the sheets around me were warm. My head pounded like drums being beaten in the distance, yet everything felt... still. Too still.

I blinked up at the ceiling.

It was unfamiliar. Not my room. Not Kane’s. Not Dean’s.

The walls were a deep grey, adorned with dark furniture carved with clawed etchings. The curtains were drawn tight. The scent of blood clung faintly to the air, undercut by something more primal... like storm winds trapped in skin.

I sat up slowly—then froze.

Something was off.

No.

Everything was off.

My wolf.

She stirred.

For the first time in hours—she rose from wherever she’d been hiding. Her presence surged through my limbs with shocking intensity, like lightning arcing through dead nerves.

She whimpered first... then growled.

Then, she howled.

Mate.

My entire body locked.

Mate? I screamed inwardly. No—no, Kane—Dean—they’re—

But the memories came rushing in.

Dean... gone. His body vanished. Kane... overtaken. The smoke. The horror. The scream. The—

The door creaked.

And the bond snapped.

It wasn’t a gentle pull. It was a drag, a violent lurch in my chest like chains being yanked tight. My breath hitched as he stepped through the threshold, his presence hitting me like a thunderclap.

Alpha King Damon.

One red eye. One yellow. That smile carved from nightmares.

And my wolf... that traitorous, desperate piece of me... she surged.

Mate.

It was like the first time all over again. No—worse. The bond had rewired itself. Amplified. It was an inferno now, scorching away every shred of resistance.

I scrambled back, spine hitting the headboard, panting as his gaze swept over me like a predator savoring the sight of cornered prey.

He said nothing for a moment. Just stared.

The silence between us screamed louder than any roar.

Then he spoke. And his voice—gods—it was nothing like Kane’s warmth or Dean’s softness.

It was velvet soaked in venom.

"Well, well... Sleeping Beauty finally stirs."

I clenched my fists.

My wolf wanted to launch herself at him—out of need, out of longing. But I shoved her back. No. Not this time.

"You’re not Kane," I said, my voice trembling despite the steel I tried to force into it.

He chuckled.

"You’re right," he said, stepping inside the room, slow and deliberate. "He’s dead. So is Dean. And yet..."

He placed a hand over his chest.

"I live. Stronger. Whole."

The mate pull intensified as he neared the bed, but I bared my teeth.

"I don’t want you."

His smile never faltered.

"Your scent says otherwise. Your heartbeat. Your wolf—she knows."

I turned my face away, ashamed as tears welled in my eyes. Damn the bond. Damn my heart.

"Just because the bond exists," I whispered, "doesn’t mean I have to let it rule me. I didn’t choose Kane because of the bond. I chose him because I loved him. And I won’t let you control me."

That wiped the smirk from his face.

For a breath.

Then he tilted his head, a wicked glint returning to his mismatched eyes.

"You think you can reject me?" he asked softly, like a parent humoring a child’s tantrum.

"I do reject you," I spat. "I don’t want this. I don’t want you. I don’t care who or what you are. I’ll fight this bond until my last breath."

The room went cold.

Not metaphorically.

The temperature dropped.

He stilled.

Then let out a dark, amused chuckle as he leaned in closer, hands casually tucked behind his back.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, voice like poisoned silk. "You could scream your rejection a hundred times... shout it to the Moon herself... carve it into your skin..."

He moved closer until his face hovered inches from mine.

"I. Won’t. Accept. It."

My heart stopped.

"You can’t just—"

"I can," he cut in. "And I will."

His aura flared, crashing over me like a tidal wave, and my wolf whimpered again—not out of desire this time, but terror.

"You think you’re strong for defying me? You think that matters?" His voice was low now, dangerous. "You’re mine. Mind. Soul. Body."

He leaned in and whispered in my ear, each word slicing like glass:

"And if you have a problem with that... you can take it up with the Moon Goddess after I drag her down from the stars and break her bones for cursing me with weakness."

My breath caught in my throat.

My wolf trembled.

"I won’t obey you," I hissed, desperate to claw back some control.

"I’m not asking," he said, rising to his full height, looming like death in a crown of bone. "I demand."

I opened my mouth, but the bond surged again and for a split second, I was suffocating in it. I hated how a part of me still ached for his touch. Still wanted to nuzzle into his palm. Still remembered the feel of Kane’s arms. Of Dean’s kisses.

Now fused into this... horror.

"Rest, my queen," he said softly, his voice coiling around me like chains. "You’ll need strength for what’s to come."

He walked to the door, paused, and looked over his shoulder.

"I don’t need your love."

His smile returned—vile and proud.

"I only need your obedience."

And then he was gone.

The door shut with a thud that echoed like a coffin sealing.

I sank back into the pillows, shaking.

My wolf whimpered again.

I didn’t comfort her this time.

I couldn’t.

Because for the first time since this all began...

I didn’t know if we’d survive him.

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