Alpha's Dark Desires
Chapter 110: Unveiling The Truth

Chapter 110: Unveiling The Truth

Kane POV

I knew Dean would be my utter ruin. I had fooled myself into believing, even for a moment, that maybe he was gone for good—maybe living with his own kind, far away from me and everything I cared about. But deep down, I always knew the truth.

No matter the distance between us, there was a link that tethered us together. A cursed connection that let me know he was still alive. If I wanted, I could feel what he felt, see what he saw. After all, he was me, and I was him. But with a deranged, bloodthirsty creature like Dean, trust me—you don’t want to feel or see what he does. So, I blocked it out. I always blocked it out.

But it wasn’t always like this.

You see, I wasn’t born normal, not by any measure. I was born a hybrid—a cursed mix of wolf and vampire. An abomination.

That wasn’t the worst of it. My wolf and vampiric sides never aligned. They were constantly at war, tearing me apart from the inside. It wasn’t just two natures clashing—it was three. My wolf, my vampiric instincts, and my humanity were locked in a never-ending battle for dominance. Each day, I was growing stronger, yes, but also more unhinged. More dangerous.

My parents were desperate. They couldn’t stand by and watch me destroy myself—or worse, destroy everyone around me. They sought answers, solutions. And what better solution than magic?

The witch they found promised to help. She suggested eliminating one side of me. My parents didn’t hesitate—they wanted the vampiric part gone. They needed an heir, a wolf. The wolf in me was what they wanted.

But witches don’t always get it right.

The spell wasn’t just a failure; it was a disaster. Instead of erasing my vampiric side, she ripped it out of me and gave it flesh. Dean was created that day.

My mother, despite her initial intentions, couldn’t bring herself to end Dean’s life. He looked too much like me. He was me, in a sense. So she raised us both, but not as equals. I was the beloved son, the wolf they had wanted all along. Dean, however, was treated as an afterthought. He absorbed every ounce of darkness that once resided in me.

Everyone has darkness within them, but mine was given a body, a mind, and an insatiable hunger.

As we grew, Dean’s chaotic nature only worsened. He became a force of destruction, leaving devastation wherever he went. My father, tired of the chaos, decided that Dean had to be terminated once and for all. But the witch warned him: to kill Dean was to kill me. Our lives were bound, our essence shared.

It was the ultimate curse.

So, they let him live, but only just. Dean was exiled, kept far from the pack and society. But he didn’t go quietly. Every time he returned, he left scars that never healed—on my body, my mind, my soul.

Now, he was here again, standing under the same roof as my mate. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he was claiming her as his.

The truth weighed heavily on my chest, a truth I despised admitting even to myself: Elena was as much Dean’s mate as she was mine.

Sitting across from her now, her eyes boring into mine with a mix of anger and betrayal, I knew I couldn’t avoid it any longer. She deserved the full truth, no matter how damning it was. So, I told her everything.

I told her about Dean’s exile, about how it wasn’t enough to keep him away because he knew no one could kill or even harm him without it affecting me. I explained how his last visit had ended in disaster—how he had orchestrated the rogue attack that wiped out half our pack. That attack hadn’t just cost us numbers; it had cost me my parents, our Alpha and Luna, and left the pack broken and leaderless.

Dean had been the mastermind behind it all. But as much as I wanted to point fingers solely at him, the truth was inescapable: it was my fault too. He was me, after all, no matter how much I tried to separate myself from the chaos he brought.

I’d spent years trying to find a way to sever the bond between us, searching for anything that could end the connection without destroying us both. All I managed to do was build a wall, blocking him out of my mind so I wouldn’t have to feel his bloodlust or see the horrors he inflicted.

But blocking him out wasn’t the same as defeating him. I’d underestimated how deeply intertwined we were. No matter how much I tried to hide, to bury parts of myself, Dean always found a way.

The final blow came when I found out that he knew about Elena.

I had tried so hard to keep her hidden from him. I didn’t even fully let myself acknowledge that I had found our mate, knowing it would draw him back like a moth to flame. But it hadn’t worked. Somehow, Dean had found out. At first, he thought it was Ashley, which was why he’d targeted her.

That thought alone made me want to claw out my own skin. I didn’t think Ashley even realized it wasn’t me she was with that night. She wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference, not when Dean shared my face, my voice, even my scent. It was one of the reasons I had put strict limits on my relationships before Elena. My three-month BDSM contracts weren’t about pleasure—they were a precaution. I couldn’t risk Dean turning his bloodthirsty attention to someone I was with.

And now he was here, focused entirely on Elena.

I watched her carefully as I laid it all out for her, from the moment of Dean’s creation to the destruction he’d left in his wake. How, despite my best efforts, my darker half was drawn to her just as I was.

When I finished, I sat back and waited.

I waited for the inevitable rejection, for her to tell me she wanted nothing to do with me or my cursed existence. I wouldn’t blame her if she did. Hell, I would even accept it. If it meant she could be free from the shadow of my dark side, from the danger Dean posed, I would let her go.

But the thought of it—the idea of losing her—tore at me like claws raking across my soul.

If she left, she would take every shred of light I had left in my life. Dean would win. And I wasn’t sure I would survive that.

Now I was waiting for her response....more like her rejection....