Alpha's Dark Desires
Chapter 103: Who Fucked Ashley

Chapter 103: Who Fucked Ashley

Elena’s POV:

My head spun as I stood frozen in the alley. One moment, Kane had just yanked the leather-jacket guy away from me, looking as furious as I’d ever seen him. The next moment, there were two Kanes.

I blinked rapidly, sure the alcohol was playing tricks on me. But no, there they were—one standing in front of me, his fists clenched, his whole body vibrating with rage, and the other just a few feet away, leaning casually against the alley wall with an infuriatingly smug smile.

"What the hell..." I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.

Kane—the one who had stopped me earlier—whipped his head around, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of the other Kane. His already furious expression somehow darkened even more, his entire frame stiffening with tension.

The second Kane chuckled lowly, his voice eerily similar but tinged with amusement. "Surprise, surprise," he said, pushing off the wall. His tone was smooth and mocking, like he’d been waiting for this moment.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" my Kane growled, stepping forward, shielding me instinctively.

The other Kane smirked, his eyes flicking to me for a brief second before returning to the real Kane. "Oh, relax. I’m not here to fight you. Not yet, anyway."

My heart raced as I stared at the two of them. They were identical, down to the way their muscles tensed, their stances, and even the slight twitch of their jaws. But there was something different about the second Kane—something darker, colder.

"What’s going on?" I demanded, my voice shaking slightly. "Why... why are there two of you?"

"Ask him," the second Kane said, nodding toward the real one. "I’m just here to make things a little more... interesting."

The real Kane stepped forward, his voice low and threatening. "You’re not supposed to be here."

"And yet, here I am," the second Kane said with a grin. "Face it, Kane. You can’t keep running from me."

"Who are you?" I demanded again, my frustration and confusion mounting.

The second Kane’s eyes met mine, and for a moment, they seemed to glow faintly. His smile widened as he gave me a mocking bow. "Let’s just say I’m... the part of Kane he’d rather not talk about."

"What does that even mean?" I snapped, my fists clenching.

"It means you’ve got a front-row seat to the show, darling," the second Kane said with a wink. "But don’t worry—I’ll play nice. For now."

Before I could respond, the real Kane lunged at him, fists flying. The alley erupted into chaos as the two identical men collided, their growls and grunts echoing in the confined space.

I stumbled back, my heart pounding in my chest. What the hell had I gotten myself into?

I’d had it. My night had gone from frustrating to outright insane, and now, these two knuckleheads—two Kanes, for crying out loud—were pummeling each other like rabid animals. Questions burned in my mind, but neither of them seemed remotely interested in answering them.

Fine. If they wouldn’t stop willingly, I’d make them.

Planting my feet firmly on the ground, I took a deep breath and let out the loudest, most ear-piercing whistle I could muster. Not the kind you’d use to call a dog—no, this was a "I-will-burst-your-eardrums-and-make-you-regret-existing" kind of whistle.

The effect was immediate. Both Kanes flinched mid-swing, clutching their ears as though I’d just fired a gun right next to them. Their growls turned into pained groans, and they staggered apart, glaring at me with matching expressions of annoyance.

"Finally," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "Are you two done acting like cavemen, or do I need to whistle again?"

The real Kane—at least, I hoped he was the real Kane—straightened up first, his jaw clenching as he glared at the other one. "Stay out of this, Elena. This is between me and him."

"Uh, no," I shot back, my glare bouncing between the two of them. "You don’t get to drop this level of crazy on me and then tell me to ’stay out of it.’ One of you better start explaining right now,

The second Kane smirked, interrupting me. "She’s got fire. I like that."

"Don’t. Talk. To. Her," growled my Kane, stepping forward.

"Both of you, shut up!" I snapped, my voice cutting through their tension. "I’m not here for your macho crap. Who are you, and why do you look exactly like him?" I jabbed a finger toward the second Kane.

The smirking one tilted his head, looking amused. "You really don’t know? Oh, this is going to be fun."

"Enough with the games!" I shouted, my patience snapping.

The real Kane took a deep breath, his fists still clenched. "He’s... a part of me," he admitted reluctantly. "A part I’ve been trying to suppress."

"Suppress?" I repeated, my stomach sinking. "What does that mean?"

The second Kane grinned, his eyes glinting. "It means, sweetheart, I’m the side of Kane he doesn’t want you to see. The side that’s darker, more primal. The side that doesn’t give a damn about rules or holding back."

I stared at him, my heart racing. "And what does that mean for me?"

"Oh, don’t worry," he said, his grin widening. "I’m not here to hurt you. Quite the opposite, actually. I’m here to make things... interesting."

My Kane stepped in front of me protectively, his voice a low growl. "Stay the hell away from her."

The second Kane chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "Good luck with that."

I was officially in over my head.

"Wait," I said, holding up a hand to keep them from diving at each other again. "Before either of you throw another punch, I need an answer to one simple question."

Both of them looked at me, tension radiating off them like heat waves.

"Who," I said slowly, my voice sharp enough to cut through steel, "did I see fucking Ashley?"

The second Kane’s smirk turned into a full-blown grin. "Oh, you mean that hottie blonde?" he asked, his tone dripping with mockery.

My stomach dropped. I messed up.