Alpha's Dark Desires
Chapter 113: Distraction

Chapter 113: Distraction

Kane POV

The rogues stood frozen in disarray, leaderless and uncertain. The absence of a commanding voice left them scattered, their indecision playing out in the tense silence. I watched, my wolf pacing within me, claws itching for blood, as they wavered between retreating and launching a full-scale attack.

Some of them began to back away, their fear evident in the way they avoided meeting my gaze. They knew better. They knew that taking on an Alpha—especially me—was a death sentence. But a stubborn few lingered, growling low, their resolve hardening with every second.

One rogue stepped forward, baring his teeth. "Wolf or vampire, it doesn’t matter," he spat, his tone defiant. "You’re a monster either way."

My eyes darkened, and a low growl rumbled in my chest.

"Big mistake," I muttered, the words barely audible before my wolf surged forward, taking over.

In the blink of an eye, I shifted back into my wolf form, the transformation fluid and seamless. My black fur bristled, and I let out a ferocious snarl that echoed across the battlefield. The hesitation in their eyes told me they finally understood the gravity of their miscalculation.

The first rogue charged, a desperate move that sealed his fate. I met him head-on, my teeth sinking into his neck before he even had a chance to swipe at me. I tossed his limp body aside and turned to the others, who hesitated only briefly before attacking.

The fight was brutal, but it didn’t last long. They came at me, one after the other, and each met the same fate. My pack joined in, quickly dispatching those who dared to continue the assault. Blood stained the ground, the air thick with the metallic tang of it.

For those who had retreated earlier, their instincts had been right. The ones who stayed behind paid the ultimate price for their defiance.

When the dust settled, the battlefield was eerily quiet. My fur was matted with blood, some mine, but mostly theirs. I shifted back into my human form, breathing heavily as I surveyed the carnage.

"They should’ve taken the deal," I said to no one in particular, my voice cold.

My Beta approached, his expression grim. "What now, Alpha?"

"Burn the bodies," I ordered. "And double the patrols at the northern border. This won’t be the last time they come looking for him."

Dean’s actions had brought them here, but it was my pack that paid the price. I clenched my fists, fury simmering beneath the surface.

As much as I hated to admit it, this wasn’t over. Dean’s chaos would keep coming until I found a way to end it—for good.

Standing amidst the aftermath of the battle, the question burned in my mind like a searing flame: What in the hell had Dean done to piss off so many rogues that they’d band together just to come after him?

It wasn’t just unusual; it was unheard of. Rogues, by nature, didn’t work together. They were solitary, chaotic, and unruly. The sheer number that had united against a common target meant one thing—Dean had done something monumental to draw their ire.

I stared at the blood-soaked ground, my wolf still restless, my hands clenching and unclenching as I tried to piece it together. It wasn’t enough that he’d already caused havoc in my life and my pack. No, Dean always had to go a step further, dragging his darkness into every corner of existence.

"Alpha?" My Beta, interrupted my spiraling thoughts. His face was hard-set, but there was curiosity there, too. "Do you have any idea what they were talking about? Why they were so focused on finding him?"

I met his gaze, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. "Knowing Dean? He probably slaughtered someone important to them or made them an enemy just for the fun of it." My voice was bitter, each word laced with frustration.

"But why now?" Liam pressed. "Why come here? They’ve never mentioned him before. He’s been gone for years."

I shook my head, trying to make sense of it. "Dean’s return must’ve stirred something up. Maybe he crossed a line, even by rogue standards."

That thought chilled me. Rogues weren’t exactly known for their morals, so for Dean to do something so egregious that even they couldn’t tolerate it... It had to be bad.

And yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just about Dean’s usual trail of destruction. This was different. Coordinated. Personal.

"Send scouts," I ordered, my voice firm. "I want to know where these rogues came from, who they were following, and why they thought they could find him here."

He nodded and left to carry out my command, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Dean had always been a loose cannon, but this was something else. He hadn’t just pissed off a pack or a family—he’d enraged an entire group of outcasts to the point where they were willing to die for the chance to kill him.

And now, his enemies were becoming my problem.

I let out a frustrated growl, my claws itching to sink into something—preferably Dean’s throat. Whatever he’d done, I was sure it was selfish, reckless, and born out of his insatiable hunger for chaos.

If he thought he could keep dragging his messes into my territory without consequences, he was dead wrong.

I would find out what he did. And when I did, he’d wish he’d stayed gone.

It had taken me half the day to deal with the aftermath of the rogue attack. I barked out the last of the orders, ensuring every gap in our security was sealed, every weakness fortified. But no matter how thorough I was, there was an itch at the back of my mind, something I couldn’t shake. My instincts screamed at me that something wasn’t right.

And then it hit me.

"Fuck!" I growled out loud, the realization like a dagger to my chest.

This wasn’t just a random attack. The rogues were here for the pack. They were the distraction—bait. The real target had been her all along.

Elena.

Dean knew exactly what he was doing, keeping me occupied while he went for my mate. Rage bubbled under my skin, threatening to consume me. My wolf, Ash, snarled furiously in my head.

"You let them pull you away. You left her unprotected!"

I shoved the guilt aside. There was no time for it. She was alive—at least I thought so. The bond hummed faintly, a tenuous thread that told me she was still out there. But I couldn’t feel her emotions, couldn’t sense if she was scared or hurt. That damned bond wouldn’t open fully until I marked her, and now it was like a cruel joke mocking my failure.

I sprinted to where I had parked my car, ignoring the questioning stares of my warriors. Slamming the door shut, I punched the ignition, the engine roaring to life as if it sensed my desperation.

"Ash, focus," I growled at my wolf as he howled angrily within me. "We’ll find her. But I need you to think clearly."

"She’s ours," Ash growled back. "And you let her out of our sight. If he’s touched her—"

"I’ll kill him," I snarled, gripping the steering wheel so tightly it groaned in protest.

The roads blurred as I pushed the car to its limits, the scenery flashing by in a mix of muted greens and grays. My mind raced, piecing together everything I knew about Dean, the slimy bastard. He was cunning, always working in shadows, pulling strings where no one could see them. He’d used the rogues as pawns, risking lives like they were nothing to him.

Ash was restless, pacing in my mind, his fury a burning inferno that matched my own.

"We should’ve marked her," I muttered under my breath. "I should’ve—"

"You didn’t," Ash snapped. "So now we can’t find her, can’t protect her. Fix this, Kane. Fix it now."

The guilt clawed at me, but I shoved it aside. Regret wouldn’t bring her back. I couldn’t afford to waste time berating myself when she was out there, possibly in danger.

As I neared the edge of the pack’s estate, my phone buzzed. I snatched it up without looking, my voice a sharp bark of, "What?"

"Alpha," one of my warriors stammered, the hesitation in his voice putting me on edge. "We found traces of rogue movement heading south. But... there’s something else. A scent trail, faint, but it matches the you."

"Dean’s" i murmured, "keep looking," I told him.

"Yes, Alpha."

I ended the call without another word, slamming my foot on the accelerator. My pulse pounded in my ears as I tore through the narrow roads.

My wolf howled again, his rage like a storm threatening to break free.

"She’s strong," I told myself, gripping the wheel tighter. "She can hold on."

But the truth was, I didn’t know what I’d find when I got there. And the not knowing was tearing me apart.