Alpha's Dark Desires
Chapter 127: Opening The Sealed Bond

Chapter 127: Opening The Sealed Bond

(Not For The Faint Of Heart)

Kane’s POV:

And he did it. Within seconds, her arms were suspended above her, her legs bound to posts, widened her stance and to immobilize her movement. She was still deep in the throes of her heat, her intoxicating scent flooding the room and clawing at my self-control. Her bare body in that position was a vision I could barely handle. Desire clawed at me, wrestling my anger for dominance, and with each passing moment, the darkness seeped further into me.

Damn it.

I stood frozen, torn between fury and the overwhelming temptation flooding my senses. Elena’s scent, thick and intoxicating, wrapped around me like a noose, making it impossible to think clearly. The sight of her, naked and suspended in that position, was beyond anything I could have imagined. She was perfection—a vision of beauty and vulnerability that ignited every primal urge within me. My wolf, Ash, was snarling, clawing to the surface, desperate to claim her, to quench the maddening need that her heat was driving into both of us.

I was an emotional wreck, so consumed by my turmoil that I hadn’t focused enough to block Dean from my mind. In that brief lapse, he flooded in like a tide, taking root in my thoughts. It was like sharing a body with another personality—his voice, his influence, everywhere, as if he were part of me.

When we were younger, I had loved this connection. Dean had always had this uncanny ability to slip into my mind, to act like an extension of my wolf, a darker mirror of myself, while still controlling his own body. I had tried to reciprocate, to invade his mind as he did mine, but I could never manage more than basic communication. His mastery over it was unmatched.

I remembered how we used it as kids. The first time was when my father forced me into interrogation lessons of rogues—lessons I wasn’t ready for. Dean had been there in my mind, his influence like a shield, his resolve steadying mine until I could endure it alone. Another time was my first session as a Dom. His voice had been the courage I needed, coaxing me toward the dark desires I’d been too timid to embrace on my own.

But that bond, the one I had sealed off so tightly, was wide open now.

He wasn’t just in my mind; he was there with me, looking through my eyes, feeding the chaos within. My wolf, Ash, driven by primal instinct, was already teetering on the edge, desperate to mate, to claim our mate, and to quench her unbearable thirst. With Elena naked and her scent thick in the air, my resolve was shattering.

And then there was Dean, stoking the fire.

The bastard stood behind her, far too close for comfort, his hands hovering just shy of her skin as if to taunt me further. His voice was everywhere—out loud, in my mind, a dual assault that I couldn’t block out no matter how hard I tried.

"She’s exquisite," Dean murmured, his voice dripping with dark amusement. His words echoed in my mind, the same tone, the same infuriating taunt. "You’ve always imagined her like this, haven’t you? Bound, waiting for you, desperate for your touch."

His words echoed twice—once in the room and again in the hollow of my mind.

I clenched my fists, my claws biting into my palms as I fought to rein in the storm within me. The blackness was seeping in, darker than I’d felt in years, and I knew why. Dean.

This connection we shared, one I thought I’d buried long ago, was now wide open. When we were younger, I used to rely on him, letting him act as my courage, my darker half, when I couldn’t find the strength to face my own fears. He’d been there in my first interrogation, his influence the steel in my spine when I thought I would falter. He’d been my guide during my first session as a Dom, coaxing out desires I hadn’t even known I possessed.

But this wasn’t childhood.

This wasn’t a bond of trust and shared strength.

Now, he was a poison in my mind, stoking the embers of my darkest desires until they threatened to consume me entirely.

I tried to focus, to push down the storm within, but my wolf snarled in rebellion. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking it: I had imagined Elena like this. Suspended. Vulnerable. A masterpiece of temptation. And seeing her now, surpassing every dark fantasy I’d ever conjured, left me paralyzed, teetering on the brink of losing control.

I stood there like a fool, torn between the primal pull of desire and the smoldering anger threatening to explode. Dean, always the opportunist, pushed further.

"She’s everything you’ve ever wanted, Kane," he said, stepping closer to her. "And she’s ready. Her heat is begging for you to take her. Why are you hesitating?"

His words were a poison, slipping into every crack of my self-control, his influence feeding my darkest impulses.

"Stop," I growled, though my voice wavered under the weight of my own desires.

Dean only smirked, his confidence unshaken. "You can’t deny it forever, brother. She’s here, waiting for you. Perfect, isn’t she?"

Elena whimpered softly, her heat making her helpless, and the sound cut through me like a knife. My gaze snapped to her, her flushed skin and parted lips making her need so painfully obvious.

Dean leaned in, whispering just loud enough for me to hear. "She’s a masterpiece, Kane. One you’ll ruin if you don’t act. Or do you want me to do it for you?"

His laughter echoed, dark and taunting, and I knew I was losing this battle.

"She’s everything you’ve ever wanted, isn’t she?" Dean continued, his words a velvet knife. "And look at her, Kane. She’s ready. Begging for you, even if she doesn’t realize it. Your wolf knows it. I know it."

I could feel him in my mind, slipping through the cracks, his presence like oil on water—impossible to grasp or block. He was feeding the storm within me, weaving my wolf’s instincts and my own suppressed cravings into something darker, something harder to resist.

Elena whimpered softly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my pulse. My gaze snapped to her face, flushed and glistening with the sheen of her heat. Her lips parted, her breaths shallow and quick, and the sound cut through me like a blade.

I wasn’t winning this battle.

Dean leaned closer to her, his lips brushing against her ear. "You should thank me," he said, his smirk audible even in his tone. "For giving you the courage to finally take what’s yours. You’ve wanted this, Kane. Wanted her like this. And now, here she is—perfect, waiting. What are you going to do?"

Dean kissed her neck with slow, deliberate intent, his eyes locking onto mine with a fiery, unrelenting gaze. It was a silent declaration, a challenge he didn’t need to voice. His lips brushed over her skin with an intimacy that sent Elena arching into his touch, her body responding instinctively to the pull of her heat.

"Kane," she moaned, her voice breathless and desperate, a sound that sent a ripple through the air.

Her hardened nipples, the flush of her skin, and the intoxicating mixture of her arousal and heat scent filled the room like a drug. It wrapped around me, clouding my thoughts, tugging at every dark impulse I had tried to bury.

That was it.

The thin thread of restraint I had clung to snapped.

I looked at her again—not as Kane, the conflicted man battling his wolf and the influence of his other half, but as the other part of me. The part I had locked away for too long.

I looked at her with the eyes of what I truly was—a Dom.

Her bound form, her helplessness, and the undeniable need radiating from her body awoke something primal and commanding within me. My wolf growled its approval, the sound reverberating through my chest like a drumbeat of inevitability.

"Yes, there you are," Dean drawled, his voice dripping with satisfaction as if he’d won a battle I didn’t even know we were fighting. His hand came down with a sharp crack against Elena’s bare skin, the sound reverberating through the room like a whip. She gasped, her body jerking forward as her heat-addled mind struggled to make sense of the sensations bombarding her.

Dean’s smirk deepened, his hands settling on her hips as if he were presenting her to me like some twisted offering. "She’s exquisite, isn’t she? Everything you’ve ever wanted, Kane. Everything you’ve denied yourself."

My fists clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms as my wolf snarled in approval, its hunger for her overwhelming. Her scent—her heat—was a tempest that pulled at every primal instinct I possessed.

Elena’s head lolled to the side, her lips parted in a soft, broken moan. "Kane..." she whispered, her voice a plea that tore through whatever scraps of restraint I had left.

Dean’s gaze bore into mine, sharp and knowing. "Go on. She’s yours. You know she is."

I took a step forward, my breath heavy and uneven as I tried to keep my emotions in check. But as my eyes swept over Elena—bound, vulnerable, and so desperately in need—I knew there was no going back.

Not now.

Not ever.