Elena’s POV:
Dean straightened, watching with a lazy smirk that only made my skin crawl more. "There she is," he said softly, his tone almost admiring. "The little wolf who’s captured our heart."
I shook my head, my voice shaky but defiant. "I’m not yours. I’m Kane’s."
His smirk widened. "Sweetheart, you still don’t get it, do you? I am Kane. Just the parts he’s too afraid to embrace."
"You’re nothing like him," I shot back, my voice firm despite the terror pounding in my chest.
"Oh, but I am," he said, tilting his head as if considering . "We share the sa soul, the sa mories, the sa instincts. The only difference is I don’t shackle myself to those silly little notions of morality."
His words were calculated, each one designed to unsettle .
I glared at him, my pulse racing. "Get the hell off !" I snarled, struggling against his grip.
Dean chuckled, tilting his head as he studied with a disturbing curiosity. "Feisty. I can see why Kane is so taken with you." He leaned closer, his nose brushing against my neck as he inhaled deeply. "And that scent... intoxicating. The mate bond is fascinating, isn’t it?"
My wolf snarled within , clawing at my consciousness, but fear kept frozen. "What do you want from ?" I demanded, my voice trembling despite my attempt to sound strong.
Dean smirked again, pulling back just enough to look in the eye. "Want? Oh, little wolf, I don’t want anything. I’m just intrigued."
His words did nothing to ease my anxiety. His eyes bore into mine, and for a mont, I thought I caught a flicker of sothing... deeper. Sadness? Longing? But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by his trademark arrogance.
"Stay away," I hissed, my voice trembling despite my efforts to sound strong.
Dean laughed, a sound that was both chilling and oddly captivating. "Stay away?" he repeated mockingly, his eyes locking onto mine. "Oh, little wolf, I’m afraid it’s not that simple. You see, your bond with Kane...it’s tied to as well. We’re two sides of the sa coin, whether you like it or not."
"That’s bullshit," I spat, my fists clenching at my sides. "You’re not him. You’re nothing like him."
His expression shifted, a flicker of sothing darker crossing his face before his grin returned. "True. But that doesn’t an I don’t have a claim on you."
My stomach churned, a mix of fear and fury twisting inside . "You don’t have any claim on ," I snapped. "Kane is my mate, not you."
Dean tilted his head, his crimson eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, his voice a soft taunt. "After all, I’m part of him. Part of his soul. His darkness. Without , there is no Kane."
I stared at him, my breath coming in short, shallow bursts. His words were like poison, sinking into my mind and spreading doubt.
Before I could reply, his hand shot out, his fingers brushing against my wrist. The contact sent a jolt through , the sa electric sensation I felt when Kane touched , but it was wrong. Twisted.
I yanked my hand away, glaring at him. "Don’t touch ," I said through gritted teeth.
He chuckled, low and dark. "Why would I do that? You’re the most fascinating thing I’ve encountered in all this pathetic existence. And your blood..." He inhaled deeply, his eyes darkening with hunger. "It’s intoxicating."
I felt my stomach churn, a mix of fear and anger boiling inside . "Kane will kill you if you touch ," I spat.
Dean’s grin didn’t falter. "Oh, I’d love to see him try. He’s already tried so many tis, hasn’t he?"
Before I could respond, the door swung open with a loud bang.
Kane stood there, his eyes blazing gold, his chest heaving with barely contained rage. His wolf was right at the surface, his claws partially extended.
"Get. Away. From. Her." Kane’s voice was guttural, more beast than man.
Dean turned his head slowly, his smirk never faltering. "Ah, relax, brother. I was just getting to know our lovely mate better."
"She’s mine," Kane growled, stepping into the room with deliberate, predatory steps.
Dean’s eyes glinted with amusent. "Ours," he corrected, his tone taunting.
The air in the room beca suffocating with the tension between them. My heart pounded, and I felt like I was trapped in the middle of a storm about to break.
Kane’s golden eyes flicked to briefly, softening for the barest mont before locking back onto Dean.
"Leave. Now," Kane snarled, his voice a dangerous promise.
Dean simply chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Fine. For now."
With a speed that made my breath catch, Dean vanished into the shadows, leaving the room as quickly as he had entered.
Kane was at my side instantly, his hands gripping my shoulders as his wolf’s scent enveloped . "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice still rough with fury.
I nodded shakily, but my mind was spinning.
What the hell had I gotten myself into?
I crossed my arms over my chest, my gaze locking onto Kane with unflinching resolve. My patience, thin as it already was, had officially snapped.
"Okay, Kane, first things first," I said, my tone sharp enough to cut glass. "You need to tell what’s really going on. Start from the beginning. And don’t even think about giving that ’I’m protecting you’ bullshit excuse, because I swear, if you do, I’ll reject you on the spot."
Kane stiffened, his eyes narrowing. His wolf glimred just beneath the surface, but I didn’t flinch.
"You’ll accept it," I continued, my voice rising. "Whether you like it or not. I’m not staying in this freaking place with a lunatic version of you running around and not knowing the full story. And while you’re at it," I added, stepping closer and jabbing a finger into his chest, "don’t forget to tell how all your fucking crazy personalities are going to affect . If whatever that thing was is just one of them, are there more? Maybe a wizard version of you? A fairy version? Because I swear, Kane, I am not entertaining anything else!"
The words tumbled out in a fiery tirade, each one fueled by the storm of emotions swirling in my chest—anger, frustration, confusion, fear.
Kane blinked, taken aback by my outburst. His mouth opened as if to respond, but he seed to think better of it and clamped it shut.
"Well?" I demanded, my voice echoing in the room. "What the hell is going on?"
He exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his hair. "Elena, I—"
"No," I cut him off, shaking my head. "No more stalling. No more half-truths. Either you tell everything, right here, right now, or I’m done. With you, with this...this bond, with all of it."
A muscle in his jaw ticked as he clenched it tightly. His golden eyes, usually so warm and full of emotion, were guarded, flickering with shadows I didn’t understand.
"Fine," he said at last, his voice low and rough. "You want the truth? Here it is."
I braced myself, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for him to continue.
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