Alpha's Dark Desires
Chapter 104: Worst Nightmare

Chapter 104: Worst Nightmare

Kane POV:

This is officially a nightmare.

First, my mate is furious with me over something I don’t even understand. Then she storms off to a club, dressed in a way that only I should ever get to see. The cab drops her off, and she disappears into the throng of people before I can even catch up.

By the time I reach the entrance, the bouncer nods and bows his head, calling me Alpha. I don’t even acknowledge him; my eyes are too busy scanning the chaos inside, searching for her. I stood in the middle of the chaotic dance floor, my eyes scanning the throng of sweaty bodies grinding against each other, my heart racing with a mixture of panic and fury.

The stench of alcohol, sweat, and heavy perfume is overwhelming, making it impossible to pick up her scent. I push my way through the crowd but quickly realize I won’t find her like this. Spotting a staircase, I climb to the first floor to get a better vantage point.

And that’s when I see her.

She’s in the middle of the dance floor, moving to the beat of the music, surrounded by strangers. My blood boils as I see her body sway, her curves highlighted in that dress meant for my eyes alone. I spotted her in the middle of it all, dressed in that dress—the one meant for my eyes alone—I felt the control I’d been hanging onto all night snap.

She moved with a grace that was both effortless and maddening, her body swaying to the rhythm of the music.

Then, as if the night hadn’t already spiraled into disaster, I saw some asshole snake his hands around her waist.

As I start descending the stairs, I notice him—a man sliding up behind her. He places his filthy hands on her waist, pulling her closer to him.

No.

My vision blurred with red.

She didn’t push him away. She didn’t flinch. She just kept dancing, her body pressing against his like it was the most natural thing in the world. That was all it took for me to see nothing but pure, unfiltered rage.

The asshole had no idea what hit him.

I stormed through the crowd, shoving bodies out of my way, ignoring the protests and drunken jeers.

I shove my way through the crowd, people stumbling and glaring at me as I push past. I don’t care. She’s my mate, and no one else has the right to touch her.

Just as I’m a few steps away, I see him move his hands lower, down to her hips, and then—

He squeezes her ass.

Red.

That’s all I see.

By the time I reached them, the guy had crossed the line, squeezing her ass like he thought he had the right.

He didn’t.

Before he even realized I was there, I yanked him away from her. His startled yell was music to my ears. The guy stumbles, his hands flying up in surprise as he turns to face me. His confusion lasts only a second before I deliver the first punch.My fist connected with his face with a sickening crack, and I didn’t stop there.

My knuckles connect again with his jaw, and the satisfying crack echoes in my ears. The man staggers back, clutching his face, but I don’t stop. He dared to touch her. My mate.

"You think you can lay your hands on her?" I snarl, throwing another punch, this one to his stomach. He doubles over, coughing. "She’s mine!"

I punched him again.

And again.

And again.

People were shouting, forming a circle around us, but I couldn’t care less. All I could see was this bastard’s hands on her, his smug grin as he thought he could take what was mine. I made sure he understood the depth of his mistake, each punch reinforcing the message that Elena was off-limits.

When I was done, the guy was barely conscious, his face swollen and bloodied. I stood over him, chest heaving, my knuckles throbbing, but my anger far from spent. "Touch her again, and I’ll do worse," I growled, grinding my heel into his hand for good measure before stepping away.

The crowd began to disperse as a few of his friends dragged him off. Finally, I turned to Elena, ready to demand what the hell she was thinking.

But she was gone.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath, my fury mounting. Where the hell had she gone now?

I asked around, and one of the bartenders pointed me toward the back door. The back door. Every instinct in me screamed that nothing good could come from her wandering into a dark alley dressed like that.

I sprinted to the door, throwing it open with enough force to rattle the hinges. And there she was.

Kissing another guy.

I saw red again.

She was pressed against the wall, her hands tangled in his jacket, her lips on his. And the bastard? He had the audacity to grin like he’d won some kind of prize.

No.

Not tonight.

Not ever.

I was on him before either of them could register my presence. My hand shot out, grabbing the back of his jacket and yanking him away from her. He stumbled, a look of shock crossing his face before he realized who had interrupted his little moment.

"The fuck?" he started, but I didn’t let him finish.

My fist connected with his jaw, cutting off whatever pathetic excuse he was about to make.

"Stay the hell away from her," I snarled, shoving him against the brick wall.

The guy raised his hands in surrender, his eyes wide with fear. "I didn’t know she was yours, man!" he stammered, backing away like the coward he was.

"She’s not!" Elena snapped, but the guy didn’t stick around to hear the rest of her outburst. He bolted down the alley, muttering curses under his breath.

Good riddance.

"Kane," she hissed, turning to face me, her eyes blazing with anger. Her chest was heaving, her lips swollen from that asshole’s kiss. It made me want to punch the wall—or maybe him again.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" I growled, my voice low and dangerous.

"What I’m doing?" she shot back, her tone dripping with venom. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"This," I said, motioning to the now-empty alley, "stops now."

Her fists clenched at her sides, and for a moment, I thought she might actually take a swing at me. "You don’t get to do this, Kane," she snapped. "You don’t get to act like you care after everything you’ve done!"

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. "What the hell are you talking about?" I demanded, my voice rising.

She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say anything, a slow, mocking clap echoed through the alley.

"Well, isn’t this touching?" a voice drawled.

I turned, and my stomach dropped.