Dean’s POV:
So, you all know I helped Elena escape from a deranged Alpha—Kane.
Was it my fault he was deranged?
Debatable.
Technically, the darkness is his. I just help him out. I take it from him, absorb it, let it fester inside so he can play pretend—so he can be the good Alpha, the noble leader, the protector. But sure, let’s all bla Dean, the evil twin, the monster, the shadow lurking in the night.
But back to the issue at hand.
So yeah. I took Elena. Stole her right from under him.
And honestly?
I didn’t plan to get intimate with her.
I really didn’t.
I swear.
It wasn’t the plan.
I just needed to get her away from him, let her breathe, she was after all on heat
But her scent... her blood.
It was intoxicating.
And the darkness—the fucking darkness—it clouded my judgnt. It wrapped around my mind like a noose, urging to claim her, to take what was mine, what Kane didn’t deserve.
Her scent—it was intoxicating, wrapping around like a drug, numbing my senses, pulling under. And the darkness in , the thing I had been holding back for years, clawed its way to the surface, whispering, Take her. Make her yours. She belongs to you too.
And fuck, I wanted to.
The mont I tasted her blood, I almost lost my fucking mind.
It was unlike anything I’d ever had before—powerful, sweet, laced with sothing that made my entire body hum with need.
I didn’t just want her.
I needed her.
She was trembling underneath , lips parted, breath hitching, but she wasn’t fighting .
She should have.
She should have scread.
She should have run.
But she didn’t.
Because she felt it too. Or was it the heat?
The pull. The bond. The undeniable, inescapable connection between us.
I had kissed her, drank from her, felt her pulse weaken as her body relaxed under . My fangs sank into her delicate skin, and fuck—her blood was unlike anything I had ever tasted before.
It was warm, sweet, alive.
It was power.
It made the bond between us surge like wildfire, burning hotter, more violent.
And I almost lost myself.
For the first ti in my existence, I almost gave in.
But then—
Even through the haze, through the hunger, through the primal urge to claim her, I managed to pull myself back.
Because she was still a virgin.
Her innocence.
Her fucking innocence.
She was a virgin.
And that realization slamd into harder than any punch Kane had ever thrown.
Because despite everything, despite how much I wanted to claim her, despite how much my darkness whispered for to ruin her for anyone else—
I couldn’t do it.
Not to her.
Not like this.
And maybe—just maybe—because Kane had found her first.
And despite everything, despite how much I enjoyed fucking with him, I couldn’t take that from him.
That bastard may have rejected , may have spent his life pretending he wasn’t just as fucked up as I was, but he was still .
And she was still ours.
So, yeah. I pulled back.
Barely.
But I still needed to be her first.
Even if I wasn’t the one to be intimate with her.
And there was only one way to do that.
By sharing Kane’s body.
By rging with him.
By taking what belonged to both of us.
And that’s what I did.
What I forgot, though, was that when I entered Kane’s body—the darkness I had taken from him followed back to its owner.
And just like that, Kane snapped.
It wasn’t entirely my fault.
Which, apparently, was a fucking problem.
He snapped.
Apparently, sensing Elena’s distress through the mate bond—because yes, the bond was very much active after I drank from her— so after the best sex ever I left not knowing stupid Kane would wake up deranged from the darkness.
Too bad she wasn’t a vampire.
If she had been, she could’ve drunk from , and the bond would’ve been a two-way street instead of a one-way pull, drowning her in emotions she didn’t know how to control.
But she wasn’t a vampire.
She was a wolf.
And now?
Now she was at the rcy of an Alpha who had just had his darkness returned to him in full force.
Oops.
I would have said not my problem.
...Okay, maybe a little my problem.
So yeah, I ca to her beck and call the mont I felt her distress.
What? You think I wouldn’t?
Even I have my limits.
So yeah.
The mont I felt Elena’s distress through the bond, I ca running.
Not because I was a hero.
Not because I wanted to save the day.
But because sothing inside demanded that I go to her.
That was the thing about this bond—it was a fucking curse. It didn’t give a damn about logic or reason. It just was.
And let’s be real—this wasn’t just so ordinary cry for help.
This was full-blown terror.
Her fear slamd into through the bond like a freight train, a sharp, searing jolt that rattled my entire being. It was raw, unfiltered panic.
And that’s how I found her.
Running.
Panicked.
Heart hamring, breath ragged, eyes wild with fear as she tore through the forest like a rabbit in the presence of a starving wolf.
And Kane?
He was hunting her.
Like she was prey.
Like she was his prey.
Hunting!
Like a fucking predator.
The idiot probably didn’t even realize how much he was scaring her.
Or maybe he did.
Maybe he liked it.
Hell, maybe that was the point.
Like so beast out of a nightmare, his eyes dark with fury, his movents sharp, calculated, feral.
And his stupid wolf—oh, his stupid wolf—didn’t even realize that he was scaring the hell out of her.
No.
He thought this was a ga.
A chase.
A thrilling little hunt where he could play the relentless Alpha and she would eventually submit, fall into his arms, accept her fate.
But Elena?
She wasn’t playing.
She was running for her goddamn life.
The darkness I had returned to him was working its way through his veins now, twisting him, warping him, amplifying every primal, possessive instinct until there was nothing left but hunger and need.
And Elena?
Elena was the thing he needed.
Too bad she didn’t see it that way.
And Kane, in all his glorious fucking insanity, didn’t even see it.
I couldn’t sense her wolf, her stupid wolf had retreated, leaving her vulnerable—leaving her human side to deal with the Alpha that had completely lost his mind.
She wasn’t even using her senses.
She didn’t sll when I approached.
She didn’t hear when I followed.
She didn’t feel watching.
I almost wanted to let it play out.
Almost.
Let him chase her, let him catch her, let her see the monster he was becoming.
But then I saw the look in her eyes.
The sheer, absolute terror.
And sothing inside snapped.
I moved before I could think.
A blur. A force. A shadow.
One second, Kane was mid-lunge, about to tackle her to the forest floor.
The next?
I slamd into him like a wrecking ball, knocking him off-course and sending us both tumbling into the dirt.
"Elena, run."
I barely got the words out before Kane snarled, twisting beneath like a wild animal, his claws swiping dangerously close to my face.
His eyes weren’t just dark anymore.
They were black.
Fully.
Completely.
Consud.
Oh, fuck.
I had really done it this ti.
And that’s how we ended up fighting for hours.
Yeah, hours.
Kane had never fought like this before.
Sure, he always claid he would end one day, that he’d rip apart and finally be free—but our fights had never been this toxic.
This ti?
He was truly fighting to draw blood.
To kill.
To eliminate .
Too bad for him, that was impossible.
Because for all his rage, for all his dominance, for all the Alpha fury burning inside him—he couldn’t kill without killing himself.
I was him.
He was .
And he was just wasting his damn energy.
Still, I had to admit—this wasn’t like before.
This wasn’t Kane losing his temper. This wasn’t his usual push-and-pull between morality and instinct.
This was sothing else entirely.
The darkness had him now.
Fully.
Completely.
And it wasn’t letting go.
He fought like a beast unleashed, no restraint, no hesitation—just raw, unfiltered rage.
His claws sliced through the air, missing my throat by inches.
His fangs snapped dangerously close to my face.
His strength? Unhinged.
His movents? Wild.
This wasn’t just Kane fighting .
This was the darkness fighting back.
And for the first ti in centuries, I felt sothing I rarely ever did.
A flicker of sothing cold.
Sothing foreign.
Sothing dangerously close to fear.
Because I had seen Kane’s darkness before—I had spent a lifeti absorbing it, drowning in it, becoming it.
But this?
This was sothing else.
Sothing older.
Sothing far worse than I ever anticipated.
And if I didn’t end this fight soon...
We were both going to lose.
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