Alpha's Dark Desires Chapter 185: Death Solution

Dean’s POV:

Kane dropped his hand, his breathing uneven. I could see the conflict raging in his eyes, the guilt tearing at him.

"This is your fucking fault," I snarled at him, stepping closer. "Your darkness tainted her. Made her weak. Now, she’s being used like a fucking puppet."

Kane’s eyes flashed red.

"You think I don’t fucking know that?" His voice was raw, broken. "You think I don’t feel it every ti she—" He cut himself off, fists clenching. "I would rip myself apart if it ant saving her."

His pain was real.

But it didn’t change the fact that Elena was running out of ti.

I turned back to the witch. "There has to be a way to weaken it. To cut off its power."

She studied for a long mont. "Perhaps..." she mused. "But the question is, are you willing to do what it takes?"

Kane and I exchanged a look.

Neither of us hesitated.

"Anything," Kane growled.

I nodded. "Tell us."

The witch’s eyes glead with sothing dark.

"Then prepare yourselves," she whispered, lifting her hands.

Because to save Elena...

We would have to fight the darkness inside her.

And we weren’t just fighting for her soul.

We were fighting for our mate.

The witch looked at us, eyes dark with sothing unreadable, before exhaling deeply. "There... is an impossible solution."

I gritted my teeth. "That’s not an answer."

Kane, standing beside , looked just as pissed, his jaw clenched tight, muscles coiled. Elena was running out of ti. She was at the cottage, locked away, her body still buzzing from the darkness that had taken root inside her, feeding off every climax, every ounce of pleasure it could steal.

The witch ran a hand through her wild, tangled hair, then t my gaze. "I ant what I said. The thing inside her—it won’t just leave. It’s anchored too deep."

Kane growled low in his throat. "So what the fuck do we do?"

Her eyes flickered toward . Studied .

Sothing in my gut twisted.

I knew before she even opened her mouth.

I knew.

"You," she said simply.

My breath stilled.

Kane’s head snapped toward , his brows furrowing. "What the hell does that an?"

The witch sighed. "Dean... you aren’t like the rest of us." Her gaze was sharp, knowing. "You aren’t even a true vampire, are you?"

The silence stretched.

My lips curled in a bitter smirk. "Took you this long to figure it out?"

The witch tilted her head. "You were never supposed to exist. A creature born from another, shaped from his darkness. That’s why you and Kane are so—" she waved a hand, "—intertwined."

Kane cursed. "Get to the fucking point."

The witch exhaled. "Only sothing of pure darkness can absorb what’s inside Elena." Her eyes held mine. "Only you."

My stomach turned cold.

"So what? I let her drain ? Let it suck dry?" I asked, voice edged with sarcasm.

The witch didn’t blink. "Exactly."

Kane’s reaction was instant. "No." His voice was sharp, furious. "Find another way."

"There isn’t another way."

Kane turned on the witch, baring his teeth. "You expect to just fucking watch him—"

She cut him off. "He’s not supposed to exist, Kane. His life is an extension of yours, pulled from your darkness. He was never ant to be permanent."

The words rang sharp and brutal.

I clenched my fists. I already knew. I’d always known.

I was a byproduct of Kane’s darkness, given form, given a body—but not given a future.

My purpose had always been temporary.

And now, I knew how it would end.

I would fade.

Kane stepped closer to , his hands curled into fists. "No." His voice was lower this ti, rough, raw. "I won’t let you."

I smirked. "Not really up to you, is it?"

His glare was full of warning. But there was sothing else in his expression. Sothing I never thought I’d see.

Fear.

For .

I let out a slow breath. "It makes sense. If I let her take , absorb through the mate bond, it’ll rip the darkness out of her and—" I gestured vaguely at myself. "Well. You know the rest."

Kane shook his head violently. "No."

But the witch wasn’t done. "There’s one more step."

I frowned. "What?"

Her expression darkened. "If she takes it too slowly, the entity might fight back. It might anchor itself to her permanently."

Kane’s entire body tensed. "Then how do we stop that?"

She hesitated. Then, she looked at Kane.

And that’s when I knew.

Fuck.

No.

I already didn’t like where this was going.

"Kane," she said slowly, "you have to overwhelm it first."

He scowled. "Explain."

She stepped forward. "Think of it like... a dam. Right now, it’s trickling out. Slow. Controlled." Her eyes flicked to . "But if we break it—if we flood it with too much darkness all at once—it won’t be able to hold."

I exhaled sharply. "You want to overload it."

She nodded. "Exactly."

Kane crossed his arms. "And how the fuck do I do that?"

The witch gave him a knowing look.

And Kane froze.

His entire body went still.

"No, If he will fade after it."

The witch arched a brow. "You don’t even know what I was going to say."

Kane’s face twisted. "I’m not doing it."

I ran a hand through my hair. "Let guess. You want him to fuck her."

Kane’s jaw locked.

The witch shrugged. "You’re both her mates. You both share a bond. But Dean, your job isn’t to pleasure her. It’s to end this. And that ans you can’t be the one to trigger it."

I turned to Kane. "You have to push her to the edge."

He still looked pissed. But he understood.

"You fill her up," I continued. "Over and over, until the entity has too much to hold." I swallowed hard. "Then, when it finally rips out of her..." I lifted my chin.

"I’ll be waiting."

Kane didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

I could see it in his eyes—the war raging inside him.

The idea of watching fade.

Watching fucking die.

He hated it.

And so did I.

But there was no other choice.

Kane exhaled roughly, his hands trembling slightly. He wasn’t just mad. He was hurting.

"Say sothing," I muttered.

He finally looked at . And the rage, the guilt, the fury in his expression was enough to fucking burn.

Then, he spoke.

"I don’t want to lose you."

The words hit hard.

For a mont, I had no fucking clue what to say.

So I just smirked. "Guess you should’ve thought about that before bringing into existence."

Kane let out a rough laugh. But his eyes—they held sothing deeper.

Then, he turned to the witch.

And he gave a single nod.

"Fine," he said quietly. "We do it."

The witch sighed. "Then you’d better hurry. Because if you wait too long..." She didn’t finish.

She didn’t have to.

I already knew.

Elena wouldn’t be Elena anymore.

I turned toward the direction to the cottage, staring at the forest.

The clock was ticking.

And I had one last job to do.

One final task before I ceased to exist.

I had to die so my mate could live.

*********

I stared at the empty space where the witches had just been, their laughter still lingering like a curse in the air.

Fucking perfect.

Kane exhaled sharply beside , his jaw ticking with frustration. "They left." His voice was low, dangerous.

"No shit," I muttered.

But their last words... their warning...

It sat heavy in my chest.

"If Kane can’t overwhelm it, he might end up like the other stupid wolf who died, making it stronger."

Ace.

That fucker had drained into nothing, his life force devoured by whatever the hell was festering inside Elena. And now, the witches were saying that Kane could end up the sa way?

I ran a hand over my face. Fuck.

Kane growled. "They gave us a solution and then left us with a death sentence."

I turned to him. "You think they were lying?"

He didn’t answer imdiately. His fists clenched, his breathing uneven. He was debating it.

But we both knew the truth.

They weren’t lying.

This was a gamble.

If Kane succeeded in overwhelming the entity inside Elena, flooding it with so much of his mate bond and darkness that it broke apart, then I could take it into myself and end it.

But if he failed...

If she drained him the way she drained Ace...

He’d die.

And Elena...

She’d lose both of us.

My stomach twisted. "Kane," I said carefully, "if this thing can kill you—"

He shot a hard look. "What? You want to do it instead?"

I clenched my jaw. I couldn’t.

I was the one who had to absorb what was left. If I tried to break it apart first, I wouldn’t last long enough to finish the job.

Kane had to do it.

And if he failed, he died.

Just like Ace.

The silence stretched between us. Heavy. Dark.

His golden eyes t mine, sothing sharp and unspoken passing between us.

Neither of us wanted to admit it.

Neither of us wanted to face it.

But we might not both be walking out of this.

Kane scoffed, ruffling his hair. "Fucking witches."

I exhaled, shaking my head. "Fucking witches."

And with that, we turned toward the way to the cottage—toward her.

Because whether we were ready or not...

It was ti.