Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 202: A Repeat Of The Past

Elena POV:

I pushed the heavy door open, the air inside the hallway a few degrees colder than my room. My bare feet made no sound against the wooden floor as I stepped out, the soft fabric of my flare dress swaying with each cautious move I made. The house was too quiet. Unnaturally so. Like the calm before a storm.

And something about that stillness put me on edge.

The last thing I remembered before blacking out was blood. Screaming. Damon’s voice, low and terrifying, whispering in my ear. Welcome to hell, sweetheart. I’d woken in a bed that was far too luxurious to belong to a prisoner, yet the cold realization that I was one settled in my bones like frostbite. Still, I had to know what was going on.

The hallway curved and opened into a large corridor. My fingers brushed along the walls as I walked, grounding myself. Paintings hung on the wall—landscapes, wolves, and eyes that seemed to watch me. I kept walking until I spotted her.

A woman, hunched over, mopping the floor near the stairs.

"Excuse me," I said cautiously, stepping closer.

She looked up, startled for a split second before quickly bowing her head. "Luna."

I stiffened. "I’m not—what’s happening here? Why does it feel like I’m in the middle of something I don’t understand?"

The woman hesitated, eyes darting down the hallway. "Alpha King Damon’s orders are being followed. The pack is being restructured. His decree to conquer the supernatural kingdoms... has already begun."

Alpha King Damon.

The name hit me like a slap to the face. Not Kane. Not Dean. Damon.

My wolf stirred inside me—not in protest. No, she stirred with curiosity. With fascination. Like she’d heard a call in that name. My heart squeezed painfully. The mate bond hadn’t just shifted. It had reformed, like molten metal poured into a new mold.

I didn’t answer her. I turned away and continued walking, the hem of my dress catching the faint breeze from an open window. The flare of it brushed against my knees, almost like hands urging me forward.

I reached a long hallway lined with doors, turning my head to follow the dim golden sunlight slanting through the high windows.

And then...

In a single heartbeat, the world shifted.

One moment, I was walking. The next—I was pinned.

My back slammed against the wall with an audible thud, my hands yanked above my head in an iron grip. My lungs stuttered, heart vaulting into my throat. Fingers wrapped tight around both wrists—cool, strong, unyielding. I struggled instinctively, but I may as well have been a butterfly fighting a hurricane.

He was fast. I hadn’t even heard him move.

"Didn’t I tell you to rest?" came the voice. His voice. But it wasn’t Kane. It wasn’t Dean. It was Damon.

My breath hitched. His scent hit me like fire and smoke and nightfall. His face was inches from mine—so painfully familiar and yet not. One eye glowed crimson. The other, a deep wolf-yellow. Neither held warmth.

"You need your strength, little mate," he murmured, voice thick with amusement and menace. "Because tonight... I plan to keep you very busy."

He smirked, gaze dragging down my body.

"By the time I’m done with you..." His mouth grazed the shell of my ear. "You won’t be able to walk tomorrow morning."

My entire body tensed.

"You’re insane," I hissed, trying to yank my wrists free. "Let me go!"

He didn’t budge.

"You’re a monster. I don’t want to be part of this—whatever twisted delusion you’re calling leadership."

His hand didn’t loosen. Instead, he stepped closer.

Heat flared in my chest—and shame immediately followed it.

"You’re a psychopath," I spat, trying to pull away. "I don’t want to be associated with any of this—with you."

But my wolf didn’t agree.

She surged forward with a whimpering thought: Mate. She pressed against my ribs, paws scrambling for control. The bond screamed between us—raw, overwhelming, undeniable.

His smirk grew. Slowly, cruelly.

I cursed under my breath.

"Fight it all you want, Elena," Damon said, leaning closer. "You’re mine. Mind. Soul. Body. You’ll come to understand that... soon enough."

My heart thundered in my chest as his body pressed closer, trapping me fully against the wall. I could feel every inch of him. His strength. His control. My body was betraying me—heat pooling low in my belly, breath catching as his gaze dropped to my lips.

"So much fire," he murmured. "But I see the way you look at me, Elena. I feel what your wolf feels."

"I feel nothing for you."

A lie.

He leaned in, slowly, deliberately. His lips brushed mine—not quite a kiss, but enough to steal my breath. My body reacted before my brain could catch up. My eyes fluttered closed. My lips parted just slightly.

And he pulled back with a low, wicked chuckle.

"Liar," he whispered.

My cheeks burned with humiliation.

He leaned in again. His nose brushed mine. His breath ghosted over my lips, maddening and warm.

I froze, breathless.

For a moment—just one blinding, insane moment—I thought he’d kiss me. My eyes fluttered closed against my will, lips parting just slightly. My heart was racing like prey in a trap.

And then—he pulled away.

A wicked chuckle left his mouth, low and throaty, like he’d seen every single thought flash through my head.

"Soon, my love," he whispered darkly, and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Gone.

I stood there, trembling, hands still raised against the wall, lips tingling with the ghost of a kiss that hadn’t happened. Heat roared through my veins, chased by a cold that made me want to curl up and scream. My wolf growled at me from inside, furious at my hesitation, devastated by his absence.

I hated him.

I hated myself more—for wanting that kiss. frёewebηovel.cѳm

I hated the way my body wanted him.

I sank to the floor, clutching my arms to my chest, trying to breathe through the fire and shame and trembling heat in my core.

He was everything I feared.

And everything my wolf desired.

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