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1.88% Alpha's Dark Desires / Chapter 3: Finding The Truth

Capítulo 3: Finding The Truth

Elena's POV:

I could see the realization dawning in Derick's eyes, a painful acknowledgment that I was not his mate. It was as if the air had been sucked from the space between us, leaving a suffocating silence. "No, this is not happening, Elena. You are my mate," he said, his voice trembling, more to himself than to me, as if denying reality would somehow make it untrue.

"No, apparently we are not fated mates," I replied, my heart aching as I felt the walls I had built around my emotions begin to crack. I wanted nothing more than to turn around, retreat to my room, and cry my heart out until there were no tears left to shed. But before I could move, Derick grasped my hands tightly, forcing me to face him.

"Elena, we can't leave it like this! We can still make this work. We can be chosen mates. Think about the pack and your father. They all want me as their alpha," he said, desperation lacing his tone, almost pleading.

What the actual fuck? The realization hit me harder than any blow could have. He wasn't upset because he loved me or because we shared a bond. No, his concern was that he wouldn't become the alpha he so desperately wanted to be. I couldn't believe it. All this time, I had thought he cared for me, and now I saw the truth: he was using me as a stepping stone to achieve his ambitions.

Disappointment surged through me like a tidal wave, and I snatched my hands away from his grip, bitterness rising in my throat. "I can't believe you just said that! Do you take me for a stepping stone to the alpha position?" My words came out harsher than I intended, but the hurt was too raw, too fresh.

Derick's eyes widened, shock registering on his face as the weight of my accusation settled in. "Elena, hey babe, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I just… I didn't want to lose you. That's what came to my mind!" he pleaded, a nervous laugh escaping his lips, but it sounded empty.

Oh, really? I thought sarcastically, my heart hardening at his attempt to brush off his words. "I love you" would have been the first thing I expected to come from his mouth, not that the pack wanted him as their alpha. My heart sank further as I realized the depth of his desperation. He didn't want to lose me—not because he loved me, but because losing me meant losing his chance at power.

"Come on, Elena, it's not a must that the pack finds out. We can just act as if we are fated mates since we already love each other," he argued, trying to reason with me as if it were all just a game we could play. 

"And what will happen if I meet my actual mate?" I challenged, crossing my arms defensively, my heart racing with a mix of fear and anger.

"You'll reject him like I did mine," he replied quickly, his words spilling out before he realized their implications. I watched as he stumbled over his own thoughts, the panic rising in his eyes as he realized the depth of his mistake.

I felt my heart drop as the truth of his admission sank in. He had rejected his mate? How could he have lied to me, telling me I was his mate all along when he had cast aside the one he was destined for? I stared at him in disbelief, searching for any sign of remorse or understanding in his expression, but all I found was a desperation that made my stomach turn.

"Derick, you rejected your mate? How could you do that?" The hurt in my voice was undeniable, a reflection of the betrayal I felt. I had always believed that mates were sacred, a bond not to be trifled with. Yet here was the boy I had loved, the boy I had entrusted with my heart, revealing the depths of his selfishness.

He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, he looked at me as if he were just now processing the weight of what he had said. The realization that he had irrevocably crossed a line hung heavy in the air, thickening the tension between us.

"I didn't want you to be alone," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, as if saying the words out loud would make them real. "I thought if I could convince you to stay, we could figure it out together. I thought—"

"You thought what?" I interrupted, the anger flaring within me. "That we could pretend to be something we're not? You'd rather lie to me than face the truth?"

He shook his head, frustration etched across his features. "I just… I didn't want to lose you. I didn't think you would want me if you knew I found my mate. I thought I could make this work, make us work."

"But at what cost?" I retorted, the tears I had fought to hold back now spilling down my cheeks. "You're asking me to ignore what fate has decided, to turn my back on my true mate if he ever comes along, all for what? Because it's convenient for you?"

"Please, Elena," he pleaded, his voice cracking under the weight of emotion. "I don't want to lose you. You're all I've ever wanted. I thought we could make it work as chosen mates. I thought—"

"Stop saying that!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the trees surrounding us. "You don't love me for who I am! You love what I represent—an easy path to power and acceptance! How can I trust anything you say after this?"

I could see the despair in his eyes, the realization that his ambitions had clouded his judgment, that he had lost sight of what truly mattered. It broke my heart to witness his struggle, but I could not overlook his betrayal. 

"We can't go back to how things were," I said, my voice softer now, tinged with resignation. "I need time to think. I need to figure out who I am without you. I can't be the girl you want me to be if I'm not even sure of myself."

I turned to leave, each step feeling heavier than the last. Behind me, I could feel his gaze, a mix of regret and longing. My heart ached for him, for the love we had shared, but I knew I had to put myself first for once. 

As I walked away, Zena stirred in my mind, a comforting presence amidst the storm of emotions. We'll find our mate, Elena. Trust your instincts. It's the only way to truly be happy.

I took a deep breath, allowing Zena's reassurance to wash over me. The path ahead was uncertain, but I knew one thing for sure: I would no longer be anyone's stepping stone.


Capítulo 4: Ruthless

Alpha Kane's POV:

"Alpha, today we're supposed to visit the Moonlight Pack. The three months are up for the contract renewal," Luke, my beta, reminded me as soon as I stepped into my office. His tone was formal, though we both knew he didn't need to remind me. I never forgot business, especially when it came to matters as crucial as this.

I walked past him, heading straight to the large mahogany desk at the center of the room, my hand trailing over the polished surface. My office was an extension of my authority—strong, imposing, and devoid of unnecessary distractions. The walls were lined with books on strategy, history, and warfare. In the corner, my family crest, the emblem of my lineage, was etched in silver and gold—a wolf standing over a crescent moon.

I'd entered into a contract with the Moonlight Pack a little over a year ago. They had come to me, desperate for help. Their pack was crumbling—too weak to fend off external threats, too poor to rebuild what they had lost over the years. Their alpha had practically begged me to help, offering up anything in return. And so, I had. Protection, finances, resources. Everything they needed to stay afloat. 

But my assistance came at a cost.

In exchange, they became indebted to me. They were required to follow my orders without question, to be at my beck and call for any favor or task I deemed necessary. The terms were clear—if they betrayed me, refused my demands, or in any way breached our agreement, I had every right to take over their pack. They would belong to me, every last one of them. Ruthless? Perhaps. But in this world, power was the only thing that mattered. And it wasn't like I forced them to sign the contract. They came to me, and they knew exactly what they were agreeing to.

Luke stood across from me, his sharp eyes watching for any indication of my mood. I sat down in my leather chair, the weight of my position grounding me further. "Are they prepared for our visit?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.

"Yes, Alpha. They've been preparing for days. They understand the importance of today's meeting."

"Good." I leaned back in my chair, my fingers steepled in front of me as I thought about Alpha Samuel of the Moonlight Pack. Weak, desperate, and entirely reliant on me. The man couldn't lead a group of wolves out of a paper bag, let alone protect his territory from rival packs. Without my intervention, they would have been wiped out months ago.

And now, it was time for him to re-sign the contract. Another three months of servitude. Another three months of their pack at my mercy. If they wanted to maintain their precious autonomy, they'd have to play by my rules. Otherwise, they would lose everything.

I thrived on control. It was in my blood, as natural to me as breathing. I had become Alpha not because it was my birthright, but because I was the strongest. The most ruthless. My father had groomed me to lead with an iron fist, and over the years, I had only perfected that approach. I knew what it meant to be a true leader—unyielding, unrelenting, and uncompromising.

Luke shifted slightly, waiting for further instruction. He knew better than to speak unless prompted. I valued loyalty and obedience above all else, and Luke had proven himself time and time again. That's why he was my beta, my second-in-command.

"I want to make sure Samuel understands who holds the power in this deal," I said, my voice cold and calculating. "Remind him, subtly, that without me, his pack would have already crumbled. Let him know that if he even considers trying to find a way out of this contract, he will lose everything he holds dear."

Luke nodded sharply. "Of course, Alpha. I'll make sure the message is delivered."

"Good. And ensure that their pack is prepared for anything I might require. Their loyalty should never come into question." I leaned forward, my eyes locking onto Luke's. "I won't tolerate disobedience."

"Understood."

He left the room after that, closing the door quietly behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I could feel Ash, my wolf, stirring inside me, his presence a constant force beneath the surface. He relished in the control we wielded, the dominance we imposed. The strength of an alpha was in his ability to command respect—through fear, through loyalty, through power.

As I prepared for the visit to the Moonlight Pack, I allowed myself a moment of reflection. I had waited for years for my true mate to show up. Twenty-eight years old, and still, I had found no trace of her. Most alphas found their mates by the time they turned twenty-five, but not me. The wait had been excruciating, each passing year draining the hope out of me. Eventually, I had given up on the idea altogether. That's when I started venturing into darker pleasures.

The BDSM lifestyle had become my outlet, a way to channel the dominance that pulsed through me in a more... physical way. It had started innocently enough, a simple curiosity, but quickly turned into an addiction. I thrived on the control, on the submission of my partners, on the way they bent to my will. Normal relationships bored me, left me unsatisfied. But in this world, where I could dominate, where I could take complete control, I found the release I craved.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. The visit to Moonlight Pack would be brief, but necessary. Afterward, I had another session lined up with Ashley, my latest submissive. She knew what I liked—complete and total surrender. But even with the thrill of these encounters, a part of me remained hollow, as if something vital was still missing.

My wolf grumbled inside, restless as always. Despite everything, I still longed for the connection that could only come with a mate. The primal bond, the soul-deep connection that no amount of power or control could replace. But after years of searching, I had convinced myself that it was nothing more than a fantasy.

Shaking off the thought, I stood up and straightened my shirt. There was no room for sentimentality in my world. I was Alpha Kane, and the only thing that mattered was power and control. The Moonlight Pack would soon be reminded of that fact.


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