Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 214: Dark Lord

Damon’s POV

"You’ve got three seconds to explain to me what the fuck you just did to me," I growled, my power snapping through the room like a thunderclap, "or I will eliminate your entire stupid coven."

The witches dropped into another bow, trembling under the weight of my fury. Good. They should be scared.

"Forgive us, Dark Lord," one of them said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It seems... you are yet to awaken."

What?

"I said explain," I snarled, my voice deep and sharp, laced with both my beasts’ fury and something else coiling just beneath my skin, "not add to the fucking confusion."

Another witch—this one older, eyes clouded like stormy skies—spoke next. "A prophecy was told... that you, our Dark Lord, would one day walk among us again. That a she-wolf would bear an abomination... the vessel for the Lord of the Underworld."

I stared at them, rage barely restrained. My patience was hanging by a damn thread.

"Do you idiots only speak in riddles?" I snapped. "Can any of you actually say something that makes fucking sense?"

They exchanged glances like scared schoolgirls caught sneaking out.

"And you think I’m this Dark Lord?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

They all nodded quickly, murmuring "Yes, yes," like a chorus of deranged parrots.

"Then quote the prophecy exactly as it is," I ordered, my voice low and cold. "Word for word. Let me interpret it for myself."

The leader stepped forward, her black eyes wide with awe and something sickly close to adoration.

She recited solemnly:

"On the night of the eclipse, a she-wolf shall bear a hybrid—

A child of creatures born of night and death.

And upon the body of this child shall the Dark Lord awaken.

An abomination will walk among the living,

Reigning over both kin and cursed,

The Lord of the Underworld reborn."

Silence thickened around us like fog.

I didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

That... that wasn’t just a creepy bedtime story. That shit hit somewhere deep in my bones. It was like the words unlocked a memory I didn’t know existed. A resonance.

Another witch stood slowly, her voice softer than the others. "Forgive us, my lord. A witch betrayed us centuries ago—before we could find you. She split the two creatures of night in an attempt to weaken you. We lost all trace of your essence. We feared the awakening had failed."

Split... two creatures of the night?

Kane.

Dean.

My fucking halves.

"And how do you know now that I’ve awakened?" I asked, my tone deadly calm.

The one closest to the back—quiet until now—stepped forward, her hood falling slightly to reveal a mark on her forehead glowing faintly.

"We heard rumors," she said. "Of a single mate between two beasts. Of darkness unlike anything seen before... and when you—your essence—inhabited your mate’s body, we devised a way to restore you."

She glanced at the others before continuing.

"We tricked Kane and Dean into absorbing your subconscious, knowing their merged energy, combined with the female’s essence and her... many climaxes, would provide enough power to bind you fully to your original body."

I blinked slowly.

"You used her orgasms to resurrect me?" I asked incredulously.

The witch didn’t flinch. "Yes, my lord. The female’s pleasure created the final surge needed. The mate bond is a sacred power—it feeds you."

Fucking hell.

Before I could even process that, another witch stood—tall, thin, with a voice like dry wind across a tomb.

"But you are not whole yet, my lord," she said. "You remain a subconscious tethered to this form. To complete your awakening... you must fulfill the mate bond fully. Physically. Only then will your body and power merge completely. Right now... you are still only a shadow of what you once were."

Great. Just fucking great.

So not only had I been unknowingly harboring some ancient underworld god, but apparently my full resurrection depended on having sex with Elena—again.

Not that I was complaining.

But... did she know?

Hell, did I even know what I’d become?

I rose slowly from my chair, shadows curling around my feet.

"Get out," I said quietly, though my voice echoed with something more... something ancient.

The witches bowed deeply, trembling.

"Thank you, Dark Lord," they said in unison, their reverence making my stomach twist.

I didn’t need followers.

I needed answers.

I needed Elena. freewebnσvel.cѳm

And gods help me... I needed her more than ever now.

Because if what they said was true—if she was the one holding all that power—then she wasn’t just my mate.

She was the key to my fucking kingdom.

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So the key to my world domination... lay between Elena’s legs.

Fucking hell.

Literally.

Fucking her would make me invincible. Untouchable. Unstoppable. The final piece to unlock the godlike power stirring within me was between the thighs of the one woman who fought me at every damn turn.

"Who would’ve guessed," I muttered darkly, a crooked grin tugging at my lips, "that the same woman who resists me with every breath... would be the one destined to unleash me."

Fate had one hell of a twisted sense of humor.

But it didn’t matter now.

Not when the witches—those ancient manipulators of chaos and power—were finally on my side. Not when the darkness inside me was no longer dormant, but waking.

And not when victory... sweet, devastating victory, was now closer than it had ever been.

The game had changed.

And I was done playing nice.

Let the world brace itself.

The King of Darkness was coming.

And he wasn’t coming alone.

Elena giving herself to me... meant killing two birds with one stone.

One—I finally get to claim her, fully and irrevocably. No more half-bonded, half-fighting, half-mine bullshit. She’d be mine. In body. In soul. In power.

And two—through her, I rise.

Not as Kane. Not as Dean. But as me—the tyrant she loathes, the dark king she fears, the very embodiment of the chaos she dreads. The very force she’s been resisting all along... will be the one inside her, remaking the world in my image.

The irony was so delicious I could taste it on my tongue.

The she-wolf who snarls at my name, who swears she’ll never bow, who claws at fate itself to keep from falling for me—she is the key. Her resistance only made it more satisfying.

Because once she gave in—truly gave in—there’d be no going back. Not for her. Not for me. Not for the world.

Let her hate me.

Let her fight it.

Because in the end, when she surrenders, she won’t just be mine...

She’ll be the reason I rule.

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