Alpha's Dark Desires Chapter 135: Getting Away

Elena’s POV

I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with Kane, but he is scaring the shit out of .

This isn’t him. This isn’t the man I trusted, the one who used to be gentle, soft—loving. That Kane is gone, replaced by sothing dark, sothing dangerous. Now, he’s possessive, obsessive, dominant in a way that makes my skin crawl. And if I wasn’t so terrified, I’d also add asshole to the list.

He wasn’t just chasing .

He was hunting .

Like this was so kind of sick, twisted ga and I was the prey.

My heart pounded against my ribs as I pushed forward, feet barely touching the forest floor. The night air burned in my lungs, my legs ached, but I didn’t dare stop. Not when I could feel him closing in.

I wasn’t imagining it—I felt him. His presence was everywhere, thick and suffocating, like the darkness itself was bending to his will. The mate bond pulsed in my veins, screaming at , warning , binding to him no matter how much I wanted to rip it away.

But I wasn’t his.

Not like this.

Not when his touch made shudder with sothing other than longing. Not when the warmth I once felt in his presence had turned into ice-cold terror.

A branch snapped sowhere behind .

I bit down a whimper, shoving my panic down as I forced my legs to move faster. Don’t look back. Don’t look back. Don’t—

I looked.

And I saw him.

A shadow moving through the trees, fast, effortless, unstoppable. His eyes glowed in the darkness, burning with sothing primal, sothing unhinged.

I’d seen Kane angry before. I’d seen him fight, seen his dominance flare up when he needed to prove himself.

But this?

This wasn’t him.

This was sothing else.

Sothing wrong.

I turned my focus forward, lungs burning, my mind racing for a plan—any plan. But what was I supposed to do? I was running blind, deeper into unfamiliar terrain, with him at my back, gaining on .

Panic clawed at my throat. I wasn’t fast enough. I knew it.

And neither did he.

Because Kane wasn’t in a hurry.

He was toying with .

Drawing this out.

Like he wanted to think I had a chance. Like he wanted to savor my fear before finally catching .

A broken sob tore from my lips, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.

Then—

A blur of movent.

A flash of silver.

And suddenly, Kane was gone.

I stumbled forward, nearly falling, my mind struggling to catch up. What—?

Then I heard him.

"Run, little wolf."

Dean.

I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate. I ran.

My entire body scread at to keep going, to push past the exhaustion, the terror, everything—just run.

Because I didn’t know what had happened.

I didn’t know why Dean had stepped in, or if he could even stop Kane in whatever monstrous state he had fallen into.

All I knew was that if Kane caught ...

I didn’t want to know what would happen next.

And I wasn’t about to find out.

I ran and ran, never daring to look back, but the snarls and feral growls behind told all I needed to know—Kane and Dean were fighting.

The sounds were brutal, raw, like two beasts ripping each other apart. And yet, I couldn’t stop, couldn’t turn around, no matter how much my heart clenched at the thought of what was happening behind .

Zena, my wolf, had completely retreated, vanishing deep within my mind like a petulant child throwing a tantrum.

She was furious with .

Furious that I had hated Kane for marking us. Furious that I had fought against the mate bond she had craved for so long.

She hated for running away from him—our mate, her half.

And to punish , she had retracted everything—her strength, her speed, her heightened senses. Every ability that could have aided in my escape was gone because she was against leaving.

That was why I was stumbling like so helpless human in the darkness, my legs shaking, my vision too weak to properly adjust to the night. It was like she was staging a boycott against , sulking in the depths of my mind while I struggled to survive.

I understood her, in a way.

Zena was an animal, driven by instinct, by raw emotion.

She didn’t care about reason, about logic. She wasn’t thinking about the monster Kane had beco, about the darkness twisting through his soul like a poison.

All she cared about was the bond.

The connection.

Her half.

The mate that she had waited for, longed for, ached for.

And I was tearing it apart.

So, she had turned her back on .

Abandoned .

Left alone in the dark, with nothing but my own fear and exhaustion weighing down.

And yet, despite it all—despite the distance I’d put between Kane and myself—sothing deep inside ached.

Because I could feel him.

Through the mate bond.

Through the primal pull that connected us, no matter how much I wished I could sever it.

And what I felt wasn’t just rage.

It wasn’t just possessiveness, or darkness, or hunger.

It was pain.

Twisting, searing pain.

And I didn’t know if it was his.

Or mine.

I got lucky.

One mont, I was tripping over roots, my breath ragged, my legs weak, the darkness swallowing whole. The next—I tumbled forward, crashing onto solid ground.

I barely had ti to register the sudden change when bright headlights cut through the night, blinding .

A road.

A highway.

And a car was coming straight for .

I scrambled to my feet, my heart pounding, my body trembling from exhaustion. This was it. This was my chance.

If I could flag them down, if I could just get in that car, I could disappear. I could get far, far away from Kane. Unless he finds . Unless he tracks down.

A shiver ran down my spine at the thought.

I knew he would.

I knew he wouldn’t stop.

But I didn’t care.

I raised my arms, waving frantically as the vehicle sped closer, its tires screeching as the driver hit the brakes. The harsh glow of the headlights illuminated my bruised and dirt-covered form, and for a brief mont, I felt the weight of everything crashing down on .

I had made it.

I had escaped.

Now I just had to pray that I could stay gone.