Kane POV:
Have you ever felt your soul wrenched out of your body? Like hot silver searing through your veins, burning you from the inside out?
That’s what it felt like.
That unbearable, gut-clenching pain that only ant one thing—Elena was fucking soone else.
I gritted my teeth, my fists clenched so tightly that my claws dug into my palms. My breath ca in harsh, uneven waves as I tried to push the thought away, to stop imagining her beneath another man, her body writhing, her lips parting, her moans—fuck.
I just hoped it wasn’t who I thought it was.
Ace.
My fucking enemy.
and him had bad blood long before this. Ever since he ca back and found out that Laura—the woman he was supposed to cherish, the one fate had tied to him—had already been broken beyond repair. But fuck, it wasn’t my fault.
It wasn’t my fault that the girl had been obsessed with .
It wasn’t my fault that she signed the contract knowing damn well what she was agreeing to. She had a choice. No one held a fucking knife to her throat.
She knew the rules.
She knew that when the contract ended, I wasn’t going to renew it. She knew what she was getting into, but still—still, she beca too fucking clingy, too desperate, too lost in her own twisted devotion.
It wasn’t my fault that she started stalking , showing up uninvited, begging for more. It wasn’t my fault that she beca fascinated with my desires, with my darkness.
And it sure as fuck wasn’t my fault that she didn’t preserve herself for him.
But none of that mattered to Ace.
To him, I was the villain. The one who ruined her. The one who left her a hollow shell of the girl he once knew. The one who stole sothing from him that he could never get back.
And maybe that’s why he was doing this. Maybe that’s why he had Elena now—because he wanted to take from the way he thought I had taken from him.
I sucked in a sharp breath, my claws digging deeper, drawing blood.
Did he force her?
No.
That bastard wasn’t the type.
At least, not from what I’d seen. He had his bitterness, his rage, but he had never been a fucking rapist. If anything, the way he’d treated Laura—the way he’d still tried to love her despite everything—proved he wasn’t that kind of monster.
But I wasn’t naive enough to be sure.
Not when it ca to .
Not when it ca to his hatred for .
What had he told her?
What lies had he whispered into her ear to make her give herself to him?
Because there was no way in hell Elena would do this willingly. Not unless he had twisted her mind, made her believe things that weren’t true, made her hate enough to let him touch what was mine.
I exhaled sharply, my jaw tight, my vision darkening at the edges.
I could take anything. I could endure any fucking pain the world threw at .
But not this.
Not Elena.
And whether she had given herself to him willingly or not—whether she had surrendered to him, let him claim her in ways that only I should have—I was still going to rip his fucking hands off for touching her.
And his stupid fucking dick for ever daring to be inside her.
Dean POV:
New fucking developnt.
Ace was on the verge of going rogue.
And the amount of darkness he was releasing was excessive. So much that even I couldn’t absorb it all, and that was saying sothing. The energy was thick, suffocating, tainted with rage, grief, and sothing deeper—sothing more twisted.
The worst part?
So of it was slipping into Elena.
That’s why she was currently fucking soone else.
And hell no, I wasn’t happy about it.
I hated every fucking bit of it.
Hated that she gave herself to another while I was yet to have her. Hated that Ace had his hands on what should have been mine. Hated that Kane—arrogant, selfish Kane—thought he had any right to feel betrayed when he’d spent his whole damn life destroying people without a second thought.
If I could, I’d snatch Elena away right now.
Take her to the ends of the world.
Leave Kane and Ace to kill each other for all I fucking cared.
So yeah, I had to release a lot of darkness just to keep myself sane, and with each passing day, I was running out of rogues to kill and torture. And nope—nobody knew about it.
Apparently, while Kane was in fucking bed, too weak from Elena’s "betrayal" (which, by the way, served him right), I was the one actually doing sothing.
I was out here working, searching for witches, trying to find soone who could help out with that illusion Elena had told about.
Because if Ace had witches on his side, it ant we weren’t just fighting a man—we were fighting magic.
I just hoped I wasn’t too late.
One second, I was in the middle of tracking down a witch—following the scent of burned sage and damp earth—when a force yanked .
Not physically.
ntally.
It was sudden, disorienting, and sothing I never expected.
I stumbled into a different plane, a different space. It was her space. Elena’s.
And fuck—
She was naked.
I barely had ti to register where we were before my eyes landed on her. Wet, glistening under the dim bathroom light, her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling in deep, uneven breaths. Her pupils were dilated, lips swollen, her whole body radiating sothing dark.
Sothing wild.
Sothing that wasn’t entirely her.
"Elena," I rasped, my voice rough, strained. My instincts scread at —sothing was wrong. This wasn’t just lust. This wasn’t just her reaching out to because she wanted .
Sothing was feasting on her.
The darkness.
I cursed under my breath, moving so fast that I barely registered closing the distance. My hands found her face, gripping it gently but firmly, forcing her to look into my eyes.
"Elena," I said again, but fuck—she wasn’t listening.
She wasn’t thinking.
She was feeling.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, her lips crashing against mine, and fuck—I was done.
Whatever darkness was sinking its claws into her had already sunk its claws into .
And I wasn’t about to fight it.
Elena POV:
After our morning activities in Ace’s office, I had to go back to my room to shower—but not before he reminded that I still owed him one more kiss.
I didn’t know what it was, but after fucking Ace, sothing in felt... off.
Darker.
There was this strange pull inside , this restless energy pushing to be recklessly wild.
And the worst part?
I didn’t feel guilty about betraying my mate.
If anything, it felt like a thrill.
A dangerous, intoxicating rush, like walking on the edge of a knife and daring it to cut.
Hell, if Ace hadn’t cuffed , I would have choked him as I rode him.
Who the fuck was I becoming?
I didn’t care.
I didn’t want to care.
As the warm water cascaded over my body, I leaned against the tiled wall, closing my eyes.
And fuck—
I needed to be fucked again.
Ruined.
There was this voice inside , whispering, urging on.
Be wicked.
Be insatiable.
The warm water cascaded down my body, steam curling around like a sinful embrace. My skin was burning—but not from the heat of the shower.
Fuck.
My body ached. My thighs squeezed together involuntarily, desperate for friction, for more.
I trailed my hands down my body, over my stomach, up to my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as pleasure shot through . I squeezed, hard—tugging, teasing, my back arching into my own touch.
But it wasn’t enough.
My free hand slid lower, fingers skimming over my stomach before reaching the slick heat between my thighs. My breath hitched as I parted my folds, my fingertips brushing against my throbbing clit.
So wet.
I circled it, slowly at first, biting my lip as waves of pleasure rippled through . My hips bucked instinctively, chasing the sensation, but it still wasn’t enough.
I needed more.
Sliding two fingers inside, I moaned, my walls clenching greedily around them. I thrust deeper, curling them, pumping them in and out, my other hand still toying with my nipple. The combination sent sparks of pleasure licking up my spine, my legs trembling as I rode my own hand.
But even as my body humd with sensation, even as my breath grew ragged and my moans filled the steamy air—it still wasn’t enough.
I wanted to be ruined.
I wanted to be taken.
Frustration built inside , my body aching for sothing more, sothing deeper.
And then it hit —
Dean.
My mind called for him, my body craved him.
A sudden pull, a tether snapping into place.
And before I could even register what was happening—
He was there.
Materialized right in front of .
His eyes, wide. Shocked. Confused.
I must have done what he usually did to —slipped into his mind, dragged him into my space.
But fuck, I didn’t care.
Dean’s gaze darted around, taking in the bathroom—the steam, the water dripping down my bare skin—before his sharp, dark eyes locked onto mine.
He cursed under his breath.
Then, in an instant, he was on .
One hand gripped my chin, forcing to et his gaze. His pupils were blown, a war raging inside them.
"Elena," he growled. "The darkness... it’s feasting on you."
I didn’t call him here to talk.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and crashed my lips to his.
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