Dean’s POV
In the case of Elena... let’s just say it’s complicated.
Hah. Who am I kidding?
It’s not complicated at all.
It’s simple. She’s mine.
The first ti I saw her, I was busy entertaining myself with a blonde—so eager little thing who had thrown herself at , desperate to please. I didn’t even bother rembering her na; she was just another distraction, another way to pass the ti. She was all moans and submission, calling "Master" as she ground against , trying to please . I barely paid attention.
Because that’s when I saw her.
Elena.
Fiery. Beautiful. Angry.
She looked at like I had committed so heinous cri. Like I had wronged her in so irredeemable way.
For a second, I was amused.
I thought she had mistaken for Kane.
The way she stord toward , fists clenched, fury flashing in those golden eyes—I almost laughed. I knew she was Kane’s latest plaything. Another toy for him to break. Another girl who would call him Alpha with devotion in her voice.
She proved wrong.
She didn’t drop her gaze like the others did. She didn’t stamr apologies or blush when she caught in the middle of my pleasure.
No.
She punched .
Hard enough that my nose shattered before it healed back into place.
And fuck, if that wasn’t the most exciting thing to happen to in years.
Her fire was intoxicating. Unlike the submissive little things Kane kept around, she was fierce, untad. She wasn’t like the others who giggled and begged for attention. No, she was the kind of woman who would fight to the bitter end, even if she knew she’d lose.
I admired that.
I wanted that.
I wanted her.
Of course, I didn’t realize just how deep it ran until later. At the ti, I assud it was lust, amplified by the ever-growing darkness inside . A montary obsession. Nothing more.
Or so I thought.
The next ti I saw her, she was with another man.
So pathetic little worm in a leather jacket, his hands on her, his lips pressing against her mouth.
Rage.
Blinding, unrelenting rage burned through .
I had already moved before I even processed it, my fingers curling into a fist, ready to destroy him. To rip him away from her and remind him exactly who the fuck I was.
But Kane beat to it.
He punched the bastard so hard he crumpled to the ground, scrambling away like the coward he was.
Elena, though—my little wolf—she wasn’t pleased.
She turned on Kane, fire in her eyes, anger dripping from every word as she shoved him, shoved him, demanding an explanation.
That’s when I revealed myself.
The mont she saw , I saw the realization click in her eyes.
Kane hadn’t told her about .
She was confused. Shocked.
But I wasn’t.
Because the second she laid eyes on , the second our gazes locked, I knew.
She wasn’t just Kane’s mate.
She was mine.
She belonged to both of us.
And for the first ti in my existence, I understood what the universe had done.
She was bound to us.
Two souls.
Two monsters.
One mate.
I should have let Kane have her.
I should have walked away.
But I had already spent my life taking the darkness from Kane, absorbing his sins, carrying his burdens.
This?
This was the first thing I ever wanted for myself.
And I wasn’t going to let him keep her from .
So I did sothing I had never done before.
I reached for her mind.
I had only ever been able to do that with Kane, slipping into his consciousness, pulling his essence into a place of my own design. A dark place where I could speak to him, where I could touch him.
But when I tried it with Elena...
It worked.
I pulled her into my domain—into a vision of a kitchen, warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the chaos of reality. She stood frozen, wide-eyed, confused.
I stepped closer, savoring the way she inhaled sharply.
"Do you feel it?" I whispered.
Her lips parted.
She didn’t speak, but she didn’t need to.
Because I felt it too.
Sothing primal. Sothing ancient.
Sothing that could not be undone.
I kissed her then. Not physically—no, our bodies were still separate. But our essences collided, crashing together like a storm.
And fuck, if I hadn’t been certain before, I was now.
She was mine.
The next day, I made a decision.
I wasn’t going to let Kane keep from her. I choose to visit her the next morning to see if she would say sothing about the vision but she was just terrified. I served myself breakfast pancakes they were heavenly and I guessed it wasn’t kane who made them the jerk couldn’t boil eggs.
she was curious I could see it in her eyes, and I waited for her to ask. She did and I happily answered but soone wasn’t happy.
He would fight it, of course. He would deny , reject , pretend that I wasn’t part of this equation.
So I did what I did best.
I created chaos.
I slipped into the northern borders of the pack, stirring up the rogues that lingered too close.
It was easy.
Wolves and vampires had always hated each other. I knew exactly which buttons to press, exactly which words to say to provoke them.
And when they took the bait, when they howled and charged toward the pack’s lands, Kane had no choice but to respond.
Because Kane was the noble one.
The protector.
The good twin.
And while he was busy saving his precious pack...
I would be busy with her.
Elena.
My mate.
My little wolf.
Kane could fight it all he wanted.
He could deny it.
He could curse , threaten , promise to kill .
But it wouldn’t change the truth.
We were the sa, he and I.
Two halves of a whole.
And now?
We shared her.
He could try to keep away.
He could try to stop .
But sooner or later...
Elena would be mine.
The next morning, when Kane left to deal with the rogue issue, I went straight to her.
She was still asleep, her face peaceful, her lips slightly parted. For a mont, I just stood there, watching her. She looked so delicate, so unaware of the storm inside .
I had been patient—so damn patient.
This ti, I wanted more.
So, I did sothing I had never done before—I made her breakfast in bed.
When she finally stirred awake, her eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep. And then, she whispered... "Kane?"
She thought I was him.
I should have corrected her. I should have told her the truth.
But I didn’t.
Because for the first ti, she didn’t push away.
She didn’t tense or flinch like she usually did around .
So, I let her believe the lie.
And when I leaned in and kissed her—really kissed her—she responded.
It was soft at first, hesitant. But then, she lted into , and I felt sothing inside snap.
Like a man stumbling upon light after years of darkness.
She may have thought she was kissing Kane, but I didn’t care.
Because soday, she would see .
And when that day ca, she wouldn’t pull away.
So, of course, I invited myself to their breakfast again.
Kane wasn’t pleased. He never was when it ca to .
His jaw ticked, his grip on his fork tightened like he was debating whether to stab with it.
I smirked. Annoying him was my favorite pasti.
"You’re persistent," he muttered, eyes dark with irritation.
"And you’re boring," I shot back, grabbing a slice of toast from the plate in front of .
We went back and forth like that—quarreling over nothing and everything.
She sighed, probably used to this by now. But then—it happened.
One second she was rolling her eyes at us, the next, she let out a strangled gasp.
And before either of us could react—she fell off her chair.
She hit the ground with a soft thud, groaning, her breathing erratic.
Panic shot through like lightning.
Kane was already at her side, his face twisted in concern, but I knew what this was before he could even piece it together.
The way her scent thickened, the way her body trembled—she was on heat.
Fuck.
I felt it imdiately—the way the air shifted, the way kane wolf Ashed stirred in recognition.
Kane tensed, his jaw clenching, but his eyes flickered with sothing deeper.
Possession.
I clenched my fists.
This was bad.
Kane was completely overtaken.
The second her scent thickened in the air, sothing inside him snapped. His control? Gone. His logic? Shattered. His restraint? Nowhere to be found.
He scooped her up in his arms without hesitation, his possessiveness rolling off him in suffocating waves. His wolf was in charge now, and he didn’t care who was watching.
I followed.
He didn’t like it. Not one damn bit.
But at that mont, he had bigger problems than .
I wasn’t going to let him have her all to himself, though. Not when I was burning too.
He stord into the bathroom, practically kicking the door open. I leaned against the fra, watching as he set her down in the large tub and twisted the faucet.
Ice-cold water poured over her trembling form, soaking through her clothes instantly.
And that’s when things got worse.
Her already tempting scent mixed with the sight of her drenched clothing clinging to every soft curve. The heat radiating from her skin mixed with the cold water, creating a maddening contrast.
Lust. Darkness. Hunger.
A deadly combination.
Kane stiffened, his breathing ragged. His pupils were blown wide, his wolf clawing at the surface, wanting—no, demanding—to claim.
And I... I wasn’t doing much better.
Her scent was intoxicating. A drug. A fucking curse.
Kane growled low, his voice thick with command. "Get. Out."
I smirked. "What, afraid you’ll lose control?"
Another growl, darker this ti. He was barely holding it together.
And fuck if I wasn’t two seconds away from stepping into that water with her, from seeing just how soft she felt under my hands, from giving in to the madness clawing at my insides.
But I wasn’t stupid.
Kane was barely keeping his wolf at bay. And if I didn’t leave, this room was going to turn into a warzone.
So, I did.
Not because I wanted to.
Not because I wasn’t tempted.
But because if I stayed, I wasn’t sure either of us would be able to stop.
Still, I didn’t go far.
Just enough to rein in the darkness clawing at my soul.
Because Kane had stopped releasing so of it.
And if he wasn’t letting it out through his twisted, sinful desires, then all of that built-up darkness was festering in .
And soon, it was going to explode.
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