Alpha's Dark Desires
Chapter 57: Doomed

Chapter 57: Doomed

Elena POV:

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

What the hell was I thinking? Why did I come downstairs? I should’ve stayed hidden. I should’ve been smarter. The storage room had been the perfect hiding place—dusty, dark, and so inconspicuous that even his overly obsessive wolf wouldn’t think to look there. But no, my stupid stomach had to ruin everything.

I hadn’t eaten since the shopping spree. Last night after I sneaked in Kane place, I had woken up starving, my stomach growling like a rogue wolf, but I hadn’t dared to step out of my hiding spot. What if he was back? What if he was prowling around, waiting to catch me? No way. I was determined to wait until midday, when I was sure he’d be out, probably hunting me down in the forest.

So, this afternoon, I finally worked up the courage. Quietly, carefully, I’d crept down the stairs, moving like a shadow. My heart was pounding in my chest, but I’d convinced myself he was still out there searching. My luck had held up this long, hadn’t it?

I was halfway to the kitchen when I glanced at the living room—and froze.

There he was. Kane.

The stupid alpha was sprawled out on the couch, looking far too relaxed for someone who was supposed to be losing his mind over me. His head was tilted back, his lips slightly parted, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Then still in his slumber he opened his eyes.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Did he see me?

I ducked into the kitchen so fast I almost tripped over my own feet. My breath came in quick, shallow gasps as I pressed my back against the cold wall, trying to steady myself.

The hunger that had driven me out of my hiding spot was gone now, replaced by a wave of pure, unadulterated panic. I couldn’t tell if my heart was beating too loud or if I was just imagining it, but either way, I was terrified he’d hear me.

Why is he here? I thought frantically. Shouldn’t he be out there looking for me? What the hell is he doing lounging around like this is some vacation?

My fingers tightened around the edge of the counter as I debated my next move. Should I try to sneak back upstairs? Should I stay hidden here in the kitchen and hope he goes back to sleep? Or should I grab a knife and make a break for it?

Goddess, why didn’t I just stay in the storage room? The hunger was manageable. The fear of being caught? Not so much.

I peeked around the corner, just enough to catch a glimpse of him. He hadn’t moved, but that didn’t mean he was asleep. For all I knew, he could be lying there, listening for me, waiting to pounce the second I made a noise.

My hands trembled as I reached for a loaf of bread on the counter. I didn’t bother looking for a plate or anything to go with it—no time for that. I just grabbed a slice, stuffed it into my mouth, and hoped it would be enough to keep me alive for the next few hours.

I was just about to sneak back to my hiding spot when I heard it—a low growl, rumbling from the living room.

"Elena," his voice called, low and dangerous, like he was trying to lure me out. "Why can’t we be like normal loving mates"

Fuck.

Oh, goddess, what do I do?

My heart pounded so loudly in my ears that I could barely hear anything else. That voice—low, commanding, dangerous—sent a shiver of dread crawling down my spine. I’d been so close. So damn close to pulling off the perfect escape. I had a plan, I had the space, and I thought I had the time. But now, in this moment, everything was unraveling faster than I could stop it.

It can’t be happening like this. Not now. Not when I was so close.

I cursed under my breath, eyes darting around the kitchen. The bread was still in my hand, but it was the last thing on my mind. I couldn’t even chew anymore, my throat tight with fear. I needed to think. I needed to do something, anything, to get out of here before he came for me.

His growl echoed in my mind, a constant reminder that he was no fool. He knew I was here, hiding somewhere, waiting for me to make a mistake. And, of course, like an idiot, I had given myself away. The slightest sound. The rustle of my breath as I tried to steady myself, or worse—the fact that I’d been stupid enough to go for food in the first place.

I could feel his presence just beyond the kitchen doorway, even though I couldn’t see him. It was like I could imagine the heat of his gaze on me, a pressure in the air that made my skin crawl. My hand tightened on the counter, my mind racing. I needed a way out, and fast.

Think, Elena. Think. What can I do?

I cursed again, this time more bitterly. My plan was ruined. The freedom I’d fought for was slipping away in the blink of an eye. I’d gotten cocky, thinking I could outsmart him. But I wasn’t just up against any guy—he was an alpha. He wasn’t like any alpha, whether I liked it or not. And he wasn’t going to let me get away so easily.

I forced myself to breathe slowly, steadying my thoughts as much as I could. There had to be a way out. He couldn’t keep me here forever.

But what the hell do I do now?

I peeked around the corner, just enough to see him—Kane. He was still lounging on the couch, his form stretched out lazily, his eyes closed. Was he sleeping? Or was he pretending to sleep? I swore I had seen his eyes flicker open, just for a second, almost like he was aware of my every move.

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly ducked back into the kitchen, pressing my back against the cold cabinet door. My breath was shallow, my pulse hammering in my ears.

He knows. He knows I’m here.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was watching me, even when I couldn’t see him. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating. He had that kind of power over me, didn’t he? Even now, when I thought I had him cornered, I was the one who felt trapped.

I cursed under my breath, fighting the panic rising in my chest. Stay calm, Elena. Think. Just think!

My eyes darted around the kitchen, looking for something—anything—that I could use to my advantage. There was a knife on the counter, but that wasn’t the answer. No, I wasn’t about to make things worse by doing something stupid. I just needed to find a way out.

There’s gotta be a way.

But where could I go? The house was huge, and Kane was probably waiting for me to make a move, just like he always did. If I tried to sneak past him again, I would only end up making it worse. He was relentless. Always watching. Always waiting.

I leaned against the counter, trying to steady myself, but my mind was a mess of racing thoughts. If he found me, there was no telling what he’d do. He wouldn’t let me leave again. Not without consequences.

Then, something in me snapped.

Fuck it.

I wasn’t about to let him win. Not like this. Not after everything I’d been through to get this far.

I had to find a place to hide and hope the wolf intoxia still worked it was only my chance for survival. I just have to be smater than him.

I moved quickly, silently, my feet barely making a sound as I backed away from the kitchen door. I knew this was my last chance. If I waited too long, I’d be spotted in here with him. And I couldn’t let that happen.

I took a deep breath and darted for the supply door. My hand was on the handle when I heard it—his voice, calm and low.

"Elena," he called, and my heart stopped.

I froze, my hand still gripping the door handle. Had he seen me? Had he caught me?

No. No, I couldn’t let it be over yet. I pushed the door open as quietly as possible and slipped into the the room it has barely any place to hide, just a room with shelves filled with canned food and other kitchen supplies.

My fingers trembling as I crouch down the little room with no where to hide. I prayed desperately that the wolf intoxia I’d applied on me earlier would do its thing—mask my scent, confuse his wolf enough to keep me hidden. Please, Moon Goddess, just this once, spare me. Let me get away.

My breath was shaky. I took a small peek through the hole on the door, half expecting to see Kane storming in the kitchen, his wolf’s eyes blazing with that infuriating determination. But the kitchen remained quiet, the hum of the refrigerator the only sound to accompany my frantic thoughts.

The intoxicating plant I’d scavenged from the forest had to work. I’d rubbed it over my arms, my legs—anywhere I thought he could track me. But would it really be enough? Kane wasn’t just any wolf. He was an alpha with heightened senses, and his obsession with finding me bordered on terrifying.

Still, I had to try.

But then, that voice. His voice again.

"Elena."

It came from the living room—soft but commanding, almost like a whisper that carried a weight of inevitability. My entire body froze. My knees threatened to buckle, and I felt my breath hitch. No. He knows. He always knows.

My heart sank. Had he smelled me? Heard me? Or was this just another one of his mind games, trying to draw me out like prey?

I bit down hard on my lip to stop myself from making a sound. I had to think fast. The intoxicant should still be working. If I stayed quiet, if I stayed calm, there was still a chance I could slip away unnoticed.

"Elena," he called again, this time more firmly. There was something in his voice—a dangerous mix of frustration and amusement. As if he was toying with me, enjoying the thrill of the chase.

I clenched my jaw, forcing my feet to move, inching my way out of the door. Every little step felt agonizingly slow, but I couldn’t go any further the moment he opened the door I would be doomed.

Then I heard it—the sound of movement. He was off the couch, and he was coming.