Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 125: He Isn’t What He Claims To Be

Elena POV:

I bit my lip and nodded, heat rushing to my cheeks despite the fire of the heat coursing through me. The admission seemed to hit him like a freight train. "Shit," he cursed, his body going rigid. He withdrew instantly, retreating as if I’d physically burned him. "You haven’t... you haven’t had sex with Kane?" he asked, though it was clear he already knew the answer.

The intensity in his voice and the way he backed away sent a flicker of confusion through the haze of my heat. My body screamed in frustration, aching for relief, but Dean’s demeanor had shifted completely. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, quickly pulling his pants back on. He ran a hand through his hair, looking torn between a thousand conflicting emotions.

"What... what are you doing?" I stammered, my voice thick with need. My mind was a swirl of desperation and confusion. All I knew was that my body craved to be claimed, and the denial was driving me mad.

Dean didn’t answer right away. Instead, he moved with lightning speed, scooping me up into his arms as though I weighed nothing. I barely registered the motion before he was zooming through the house, his speed making the world blur around us. In seconds, we were in the bathroom.

He set me down in the bathtub and turned on the tap, the icy water splashing over my overheated skin. The shock of it jolted me slightly closer to sanity, though the relief was minimal compared to the inferno raging inside me.

"I’m sorry, little wolf," Dean murmured, his voice gentler now. "But this... this isn’t how it should happen."

Before I could respond, he vanished from the room, only to reappear seconds later with a bucket of ice in his hands. Without hesitation, he dumped the ice into the tub, the freezing cold cutting through the haze of lust and bringing me a step closer to clarity.

He didn’t stop there. Dean continued to zoom in and out of the bathroom, bringing more ice each time. With each addition, the water grew colder, the numbing sensation gradually taming the unbearable heat that had consumed me.

The bath was nearly overflowing with ice by the time he stopped. My teeth chattered as the cold finally began to overpower the heat. I clung to the edge of the tub, my body trembling violently from the temperature shift.

Dean crouched beside the tub, his eyes filled with a mix of guilt and something I couldn’t quite place. "You’ll hate me for this," he muttered softly, almost to himself. "But it’s better than the alternative."

I was too exhausted to respond, my body caught between the lingering effects of the heat and the numbing cold. All I could do was close my eyes and let the icy water work its magic, hoping against hope that this torment would soon come to an end.

I didn’t know how long I’d been in the tub. Time had blurred, lost to the icy relief and the overwhelming exhaustion that had finally pulled me under. The heat that had burned through my body had dulled to an ember, but I still felt fragile, as if the slightest spark could reignite it.

I stirred weakly, my senses returning in fragmented waves. The first thing I noticed was the chill; the ice in the water had numbed my body, leaving me shivering uncontrollably.

The atmosphere in the room was electric with tension, thick enough to choke on. I sat in the tub, trembling—not just from the cold water but from the whirlwind of emotions battering at me from all sides. My body still ached with the remnants of the heat, but my mind was screaming at me to focus. The bathroom door slammed open, and the figure standing there was undeniably Kane. His face was contorted in rage, his wolf barely contained beneath his skin.

I barely managed a gasp as his fiery gaze locked onto me for a fraction of a second, taking in my disheveled state and the ice-filled tub before whipping toward the other figure in the room.

"Dean," Kane growled, his voice more animal than man. "What the fuck did you do?"

Dean, lounging against the wall at the far end of the room, smirked casually, his posture relaxed. "Kane, what a pleasant surprise," he drawled, the mocking tone in his voice only fueling Kane’s fury.

Kane’s eyes darkened as they darted to me once more, then back to Dean. "You touched her!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the bathroom walls.

Dean chuckled, the sound infuriatingly smug. "And tasted her, might I add. She’s quite divine, brother."

That was it. Kane lunged at him with a roar that shook the room, but Dean moved with vampiric speed, dodging effortlessly and appearing on the other side of the room.

"You son of a—" Kane growled, turning to charge again.

Dean’s laughter rang out, sharp and cruel. "What’s the matter, Kane? Didn’t peg you for a coward. You haven’t even mate with her yet, have you? And you call her yours?"

I saw Kane’s body vibrate with barely restrained power, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. "You’re going to regret every word, Dean," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous.

"Oh, really? Regret what?" Dean taunted, sidestepping another attack with ease. "How I had her moaning beneath me? How tight her pretty little pussy was wrapped around my cock? She screamed my name, Kane. Screamed it while I filled her with my seed."

Kane’s roar of fury made me flinch, his wolf clawing to the surface as he tried again and again to land a blow on Dean. But Dean was too fast, darting out of reach at the last possible second, his laughter grating and wicked.

Kane’s entire body was trembling with barely restrained rage, his wolf teetering on the edge of complete control. His growls reverberated through the room, each one more guttural than the last, and I could see the feral glow in his eyes intensify with every taunt that spilled from Dean’s mouth.

"You’re lying," Kane snarled, his voice a lethal promise. "You didn’t touch her like that. I’ll rip you apart for even saying it!"

Dean, ever the provocateur, leaned casually against the wall, his smirk sharp and mocking. "Oh, Kane," he drawled, dodging another swing effortlessly. "Can’t handle the idea, can you? She wanted me, begged me for it. She was dripping wet for me."

The sound of a chair scraping violently across the floor filled the room as Kane lunged again, his fists swinging with deadly intent. Dean blurred out of his grasp at the last second, laughing in a way that made my stomach churn.

"Stop it!" I screamed, but my voice was a whisper against the storm raging between them.

Dean’s taunts grew darker, each word designed to dig into Kane’s very soul. "You think you’re enough for her? You think she doesn’t crave someone who can actually give her what she needs? She screamed for me, Kane. Screamed."

Kane’s roar shook the very walls, his control slipping with each passing second. His wolf was nearly visible now, his claws extending, and his muscles bulging under the strain of keeping the transformation at bay.

Dean’s voice slithered through the tension in the room like poison, each taunt sharper, darker, and meant to cut Kane to the bone. "You think you’re enough for her, Kane? You think she doesn’t crave someone who can actually give her what she needs? She screamed for me. Screamed."

Kane’s roar was deafening, shaking the very walls of the bathroom as his wolf pushed against his fragile control. His claws extended, his eyes blazing with an unearthly glow, and the veins in his arms bulged with the strain of holding back the transformation. Fury radiated from him like a storm, suffocating and electric.

"So..." Dean’s voice turned almost casual, dripping with mockery. "How are you going to punish her, Kane? Are we taking her to the playroom?"

I tried to speak, to tell Kane that Dean was lying, that he was playing with him, but the words wouldn’t come. My body was trapped in this maddening heat, my mind drowning in a haze of lust and exhaustion. The sharp contrast between the icy bathwater and the fire blazing inside me made me feel dazed, almost drugged. The ice Kane had filled the tub with was melting rapidly, a testament to the unnatural heat radiating off me.

"Stop," I croaked weakly, but my voice was lost amidst their charged exchange.

Dean smirked, his expression wicked and teasing, as he leaned against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world. "Maybe I should set her up for you," he mused, his tone light but deliberately provocative. "You know, so you can finally fuck her properly. What do you think? The bed, the wall... or suspended?"

Kane’s growl reverberated through the air, low and feral, but Dean didn’t flinch. If anything, his grin widened.

"You remember Laura, don’t you, Kane?" Dean continued, circling Kane like a predator toying with its prey. "The way you punished her when she dared to get involved with me, thinking I was you? You didn’t just teach her a lesson; you made sure she never forgot the difference between us. I seem to recall you even let me join in, just to hammer the point home, just for her to know the difference between your cock and mine. Back then, you weren’t so uptight, so grim. Back then, you embraced your darker side. Back when we were brothers."

Kane lunged, his movements fueled by rage and barely contained violence, but Dean blurred out of reach at the last second, his laughter cutting through the tension like a knife.

"And now look at you," Dean taunted, his tone dripping with derision. "You’re nothing but a shadow of who you were. You claim her as yours, but you haven’t even touched her. What are you waiting for? Permission? Or maybe you’re afraid you’ll lose control. That you’ll scare her away."

Kane’s chest heaved, his fists trembling as his wolf clawed closer to the surface. I could feel his fury, his frustration, like a living thing in the air. And yet, beneath it all, there was something else—a war within him, between the man he wanted to be and the darker urges Dean was so expertly provoking.

"Shut your damn mouth, Dean!" Kane bellowed, his voice raw and filled with unbridled rage.

Dean only chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement and something darker, something dangerous. "Oh, but why would I? This is too much fun," he said smoothly. "Watching you squirm. Watching you deny who you really are. You think you’re protecting her, but you’re just holding back the inevitable."

I tried to focus, tried to push past the fog in my mind, but my body was betraying me. The maddening heat was clawing its way back, stronger and more insistent, making every inch of my skin ache for relief. And yet, I knew instinctively that stepping out of the tub, letting the icy water lose its hold on me, would plunge me back into the overwhelming need that had consumed me before.

Dean’s voice dragged me back to the present, sharp and cutting. "Maybe I should finish what you’re too much of a coward to start," he said, his smirk widening as he glanced at me, his words deliberately meant to provoke. "After all, I already tasted her and entered her tight pussy. It wouldn’t take much to—"

Dean didn’t get to finish. Kane launched himself at Dean with a roar that shook the air, his claws extended as he swung with unrelenting fury. Dean dodged again, his vampiric speed making him infuriatingly untouchable, but even he couldn’t entirely mask the flicker of caution in his eyes now.

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