Dean POV :
After having mind-blowing, reality-shattering sex with Elena through the bond, I ca back to my senses with two emotions warring inside .
But the dominant one?
Pure, fucking rage.
And all of it was directed at Kane.
That stupid, weak, reckless bastard.
He couldn’t even control his own damn darkness, letting it fester and spiral out of control. I’d been absorbing most of it, but now—now it had beco too much.
So of it slipped into Elena through the mate bond.
And now she was—
Fuck.
For , darkness always led to bloodlust. A violent, uncontrollable need to kill, slaughter, and bathe in my enemies’ blood.
For Kane? It was driving him insane, pushing him to the brink of going rogue.
But for Elena?
It twisted her into a vessel of pure, insatiable lust.
A hunger so deep she would never find fulfillnt.
The worst part?
She didn’t even know she was under its influence.
I nearly turned back, nearly stord into Kane’s territory to beat the ever-living shit out of him for letting this happen, but I forced myself to hold back.
I was close.
So fucking close.
I had tracked down the witch—the one I needed to fix this fucking ss.
She had made camp in a cave, trying to reach her coven, the forest around her too dark to navigate.
Perfect.
Because I was going to catch her before she could disappear.
Because I needed to get to Elena before the darkness drove her to sothing she’d never forgive herself for.
That’s what it did—it made you do things you would never do in your right mind.
And when it finally let go?
You were left with every damn mory.
The guilt. The sha. The horror of what you’d beco.
That’s why I stopped caring. Why I adopted a don’t-give-a-fuck attitude.
Because after every bloodlust rampage, when the haze cleared, I was left with the mory of every life I had taken.
And I never wanted that for Elena.
I would never let her look back and think herself a whore for what this darkness was making her do.
I would drag her out of it, even if it ant tearing apart the whole fucking world.
I found the witch exactly where I expected—a cave deep in the forest, where the trees grew so thick that the moonlight barely touched the ground.
She sat near a small fire, wrapped in a cloak, muttering incantations under her breath.
I stepped forward, letting my presence be known, and her head snapped up instantly.
Her eyes widened—she hadn’t sensed coming.
Good.
That ant she wasn’t as powerful as she thought.
"You’re coming with ," I said, my voice low and commanding.
She scoffed, crossing her arms. "And why the hell would I do that?"
"Because I need your help," I replied, though my patience was already paper-thin.
Her lips curled into a sneer, disgust flashing across her face.
"I don’t assist filthy creatures like you," she spat.
I exhaled slowly. Wrong answer.
The second the last word left her mouth, I moved.
Faster than her human eyes could track, I was behind her, my hand tangling in her hair, yanking her head back.
She gasped, struggling, but I wasn’t in the mood to play nice.
"You should have chosen your words wisely, little witch," I murmured against her ear, my grip tightening.
She raised a hand to cast a spell, but I was faster.
Before she could utter a single chant, I slamd her face-first into the cave wall.
Hard.
A sickening crack echoed through the cave as she cried out, blood dripping from her nose.
I turned her around, pinning her against the cold rock.
"You can co willingly," I told her, my voice dangerously calm. "Or I can drag you back in pieces."
She glared at , her defiance flickering beneath her fear.
"You wouldn’t dare—"
I sank my fangs into her neck before she could finish.
She scread.
Not from pleasure. From pain.
I didn’t take much—just enough to weaken her, to make her body tremble in my grasp.
When I pulled back, licking the stray drop of blood from my lips, she was breathing heavily, her body barely able to hold itself up.
"Try ," I growled.
Her pulse was erratic, her pupils dilated with fear as she realized exactly what kind of monster she had just insulted.
I wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Now," I said, my tone cold and lethal, "are you coming, or do I have to rip you apart and carry the pieces back?"
She swallowed hard, her pride warring with her survival instinct.
Then, finally, she gave a shaky nod.
Smart girl.
I grabbed her chains, binding her hands with an iron grip before dragging her out of the cave.
"I should kill you for making waste my fucking ti," I muttered.
She stayed silent.
Good.
Because right now, she was still breathing.
And that was the only rcy I was willing to give.
I dragged the witch through the dense forest, her weak struggles barely worth my attention. She stumbled, her body still recovering from the bite I had taken, but I didn’t stop.
She tripped? I yanked her back up.
She slowed down? I tightened my grip until she whimpered in pain.
I was in no fucking mood.
By the ti I reached Kane’s packhouse, my rage was at its peak.
I stord inside, ignoring the warriors who stiffened at my arrival. They had learned by now that when I was like this, it was best to stay the hell out of my way.
I kicked open the office door and found him exactly as I expected—clutching his chest, breath ragged, drenched in sweat.
His pain? Didn’t give a fuck.
He deserved it. Every goddamn second of it.
"You fucking bastard," I snarled.
His head snapped up, his bloodshot eyes locking onto mine.
Before he could say a single word, I dropped the witch onto the floor and lunged.
My fist slamd into his jaw.
The crack of bone eting bone echoed through the room.
Kane stumbled back, his chair crashing to the floor behind him.
He barely had ti to recover before I grabbed him by the collar, yanking him forward and slamming my knee into his gut.
He groaned, coughing up blood.
"That’s for fucking up Elena," I spat, shoving him backward. "For being too fucking weak to control your own damn darkness!"
He wiped the blood from his mouth, rage flashing in his eyes. "You think I wanted this?!" he snarled, baring his teeth. "You think I’m not suffering every second—"
I hit him again.
This ti, my punch sent him crashing into the desk, papers and maps flying everywhere.
"I don’t give a shit about your suffering," I growled, towering over him. "She’s fucking losing herself out there, spreading her legs for every damn man she can find—because of you."
His eyes darkened, his wolf pushing forward.
I saw the mont the reality of my words hit him.
The pain. The fury. The sha.
Good. He fucking deserved it.
His breaths were ragged, his hands clutching the edge of the desk, barely holding himself together.
I took a step back, exhaling sharply, trying to reign in my own anger.
"Fix this," I snapped, motioning to the witch still on the floor. "Because if you don’t, I swear to the fucking moon, Kane, I’ll kill you myself."
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