Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 115: Mine or His

Kane POV

I drove like a madman, my foot heavy on the accelerator as I pushed the car well past the speed limit. My mind was racing faster than the engine. That sly bastard, Dean. If he had done anything to hurt Elena—if he had so much as touched her—I’d make him regret every moment of his miserable existence.

The house came into view, and I slammed the brakes, not even bothering to park properly. I was out of the car and inside within seconds, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Elena," I called, my voice echoing through the house as I sprinted up the stairs.

I found her in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, her head bowed, looking anything but okay. My wolf stirred uneasily, sensing her distress.

"Elena, are you okay?" I asked, my voice a mix of urgency and worry.

I knelt in front of her, scanning her face and body for any signs of harm. My hands hovered over her, unsure where to touch, not wanting to overwhelm her but desperate to know she was unharmed.

Her eyes met mine, and something flickered in their depths—guilt? Pain? I couldn’t place it, but it tightened a knot in my chest.

"Did he—" I stopped myself, my jaw clenching as my voice dipped into a growl. "Did Dean do something to you?"

I swore I’d kill him if he had. Nothing could stop me.

She shook her head, but her lips parted as if to say something, then closed again. My brows furrowed as I gently cupped her face, trying to coax the truth from her. "Elena, talk to me. Whatever happened, just tell me. I’ll fix it. I swear."

Her hesitation scared me more than any answer she could give. What had Dean done? And why did it feel like something was broken between us?

"He... he... Kane, I’m sorry, I... I kissed him... he pretended to be you before we..." Elena’s voice cracked, and she broke down into sobs, her entire body trembling as if the weight of the confession was too much for her to bear.

I froze. My mind went blank for a moment before the words sank in.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Dean. That stupid bastard.

My fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms, and a low growl rumbled in my chest. I could feel my wolf pushing for control, ready to tear him apart limb by limb. He’d deceived her. Pretended to be me. He’d crossed a line—no, he’d obliterated it.

But as furious as I was, I knew this wasn’t Elena’s fault. She was crying her heart out, her tears soaking the front of my shirt as I pulled her into my arms. She was shaking, and her pain hit me harder than any rogue attack or battle ever could.

"Elena," I said softly, trying to keep the rage from my voice. "Elena, look at me."

She shook her head against my chest, her cries muffled.

"It’s not your fault," I said firmly, lifting her face so her tear-filled eyes met mine. "You couldn’t have known. He’s me in every way but the one that matters. You were deceived. This isn’t on you, it’s on him."

"But I should have known," she sobbed. "I should’ve realized it wasn’t you. I feel so... stupid."

"You’re not stupid," I said, wiping her tears with my thumb. "You couldn’t have known. He smells like me, looks like me, even talks like me. How could you possibly tell us apart?"

I leaned my forehead against hers, trying to ground her, to calm her. Inside, I was a hurricane of fury. Dean had taken something precious—her trust in me—and twisted it for his sick games.

"I’m going to deal with him," I growled, my voice low and dangerous. "He won’t get away with this. I swear to you, Elena. No one will ever hurt you like this again—not even him."

Elena sniffled, looking up at me with wide, watery eyes. "You’re not mad at me?"

"Mad at you? No," I said, my tone softening. "I’m mad at him. Furious at him. But you? Never."

I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, letting her know that she wasn’t alone in this.

Dean might have thought he could play his games and walk away unscathed, but he had no idea who he was dealing with. He wanted to stir chaos? Fine. I’d make sure it ended with him in ashes.

"Did he... did he..." The words stuck in my throat, the question refusing to fully form, but Elena understood. She looked up at me with wide, tear-filled eyes and quickly shook her head.

"I found out he wasn’t you before... before it could spiral into anything like that," she said softly, her voice laced with shame and pain.

Relief washed over me, but it was fleeting. For a brief, unbearable moment, I’d feared that Dean had taken things too far—farther than even my worst expectations. While I was grateful Elena had figured it out before it escalated, the fact that he’d tried at all was enough to make my blood boil.

"Good," I said, my voice low and strained. "But that doesn’t excuse what he did. Not even close."

I clenched my fists, the rage building with every second. First the BDSM contract mess, and now this? It felt like the universe was throwing one challenge after another at us, testing how much we could endure. The thought of Dean wearing my face, using my scent, and trying to manipulate Elena made my wolf claw at the surface, desperate to be unleashed.

This couldn’t keep happening. I needed to deal with Dean—permanently.

"Elena," I said, looking at her with all the seriousness I could muster, "I need you to trust me. I’ll fix this. I’ll make sure Dean never hurts you, or anyone else, ever again."

She nodded, though her expression was still clouded with doubt.

"And you?" she asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you okay? I mean, he’s... he’s you, isn’t he? In some twisted way."

Her words struck me like a blow. As much as I hated to admit it, Dean and I were connected, no matter how much I tried to separate myself from him. He was the embodiment of my darkness, the part of me I never wanted anyone—especially Elena—to see.

"I’m fine," I lied. "This isn’t about me. It’s about keeping you safe."

But as I looked into her eyes, I knew that wasn’t entirely true. Dean wasn’t just my burden; he was ours now. His presence in our lives threatened everything I cared about, and I couldn’t let that stand.

I would protect her, no matter what it took. Even if it meant confronting the darkest parts of myself.

"He claimed that I was his mate too... Kane, tell me that’s not true," Elena pleaded, her voice trembling, eyes searching mine desperately.

I froze. The truth hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. She deserved honesty, but how could I give it to her without tearing her apart? Without making her question everything about us?

Before I could fully process my thoughts, Ash—the wolf—took over, surging to the surface with a feral growl that rumbled from deep within me.

"You’re mine," he growled, his voice guttural and fierce. "Mine alone. And I don’t share."

Ash’s possessiveness wasn’t new, but this time it burned hotter than ever, a visceral reaction to Dean’s claim. The wolf hated my vampiric side with every fiber of his being, and for good reason. They weren’t just opposites; they were natural enemies. Oil and water. Fire and ice.

The animosity between them was the very reason my parents had sought to rid me of one side. When both the wolf and vampire coexisted in a single body, it wreaked havoc—not just on me, but on anyone close to me.

Ash’s growl deepened, a clear warning to the memory of Dean’s words. The idea of someone—especially him—claiming Elena was more than just a challenge to my wolf. It was a direct attack on our bond, an insult to everything we were building together.

But beneath Ash’s anger, there was another truth: Dean wasn’t entirely wrong.

"Elena..." I started, my voice strained as I fought to suppress Ash’s dominance. "What he said... it’s complicated."

Her face fell, and guilt hit me like a freight train. I reached out, gripping her hands tightly. "Listen to me. You’re mine, Elena. My mate, my everything. Whatever connection Dean feels, it’s twisted. He’s not me. He’s a shadow—a monster. And I’ll never let him take you."

"But... he’s part of you," she whispered, her voice breaking.

"Yes," I admitted, my jaw clenching. "He’s a part of me that I never wanted. A part I’ve spent my entire life trying to keep buried. But he’s not the part that matters. I am. And I will protect you from him, no matter what."

She searched my eyes, her own filled with doubt and pain. I could see the war waging in her mind, the struggle to reconcile the man she loved with the darkness that came with him.

"I’ll find a way to stop him," I promised, my voice firm. "To end this once and for all."

Ash growled in agreement, his fury simmering just beneath the surface. Dean had crossed the line, and the wolf wouldn’t rest until he was dealt with.

Elena nodded slowly, though her expression remained uncertain. "I trust you," she said softly.

Her words were like a balm to my frayed nerves, but they also came with a heavy weight. I couldn’t let her down—not now, not ever.

Dean might have claimed her as his, but he was wrong. Elena wasn’t his. She was mine. And I would do whatever it took to make sure she stayed that way.

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