The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Chapter 35 Thirty Five

Sheila's point of view

Valerie had just asked me if I wanted to learn the truth. The truth? About what? Deep down, I wanted to know the truth about everything that was going on. It seemed as though a lot was being hidden from me.

I followed behind Valerie as quietly as possible into her spell room as my thoughts played on in my head. For some reason, the room felt as cold as ice. I could feel chills running down my spine and there wasn't even a single window left open. It could just be because I knew whatever truth the witch was about to tell me couldn't be pleasant, whatever it may have been.

"What is it you want to know?" She jogged me out of my thoughts with her question.

"Everything that is being hidden from me about the pack and Killian. I need to know exactly what happened tonight." I paused, crossing my hands to warm myself up. "Valerie, Killian was utterly–" I was struggling to find the right words.

"Different," Valerie offered.

I nodded. Feeling my legs growing weak.

"What you witnessed today is the effect of the curse."

My brows folded, "What are you saying? " No matter how hard I tried to understand what Valerie was

saying, I just couldn't. It didn't make sense.

"Please explain carefully," I was surprisingly calm.

Valerie exhaled, stepping closer to me. "Killian is under a curse."

Valerie's words shook every bone in my body, getting my immediate attention before I had any opportunity to ask any further questions, she spoke again.

"And so is every single member of the pack," she added, watching me closely.

A weak gasp escaped my lips in shock, unable to form any words.

"But how?" I had a lot of questions grazing my mind.

"It's a very long story, Luna. It's a crescent curse, and for the longest time, Killian and the pack have tried everything to keep it a secret from the world." Her words kept surprising me. "You know exactly what will happen if this secret becomes public," she said, her final words shaking me to my core.

She was right. I could not even begin to imagine it. Killian had many enemies in North Central and even beyond who would do anything to seek revenge if word got out about the curse. Both Killian and everyone in the pack will be in danger.

"Tell me, Valerie, who could have done such a despicable thing to him?" I asked.

"His father, the late Alpha," The intensity of her words stabbed my chest. My legs felt so weak that I

had to clutch the wooden table for support.

"The Alpha's father is the person who cursed his son and the pack, tying the fate of every crescent North member to Killian's. If something happens to Killian, everyone's lives will be in danger as well," Valerie shot again, not giving me any chance to recover from each new truth she tossed at me.

I felt suffocated.

"But you can help him, right?" I asked. For the first time since our conversation, a tear slipped down the lean muscle of my cheek.

Her gaze became grim. It scared me. "Valerie," I called more urgently.

"I do not know, but trust me, I am doing everything I can." I could see doubts flashing through those purple depths of hers. Her words weren't assuring.

"There must be something that can be done to save Killian. Did you see him tonight? He completely lost it, almost like something had taken over his soul." I kept muttering.

"That was the cursed darkness in his soul." Valerie walked around the round table in the room. "Believe me, the witches and I are doing everything we can to get things in order. With the crescent moon rising and the gifted one from the goddess, the curse will be broken,"

"What do you mean by the gifted one?"

"The curse can only be broken with the help of the gifted one, on the night of the crescent moon rising." Valerie said.

"Then we need to find that gifted one."

"We already have; it's Thea," Valerie informed me.

For a distressing second, I froze.

"What!" My voice echoed within the walls of my mind, and suddenly everything made sense. Her presence in Killian's life, the intense bond they shared, and why she said Killian needed her.

I couldn't stop the tears that welled in my eyes. I felt an uncontrollable pain in my chest at everything Valerie just told me.

"Sheila," —" She motioned to me. I could only watch her from my glassy vision. She looked like she had something more to say, something serious. I didn't know if I could take more of the brutal truth. I felt useless to Killian. There was not a single thing I could do to help him and the pack. Nothing.

"Back at the meadow with Killian," Valerie started, her eyes revealing far more than her words. It was as if she was contemplating something that didn't at all make sense. "Did you–" She paused.

"What?" I asked, waiting for her to speak.

She hesitated before shaking her head. "Don't mind me. I thought I felt something back there, "

I nodded. I broke my gaze from her to the door. One of the witches strutted in. She bowed gently to us.

"How is everyone?" Valerie questioned her.

"A few lost their lives. While we managed to tend to the injured warriors and members," The witch said.

I left the spell room, roving to the pack house. The whole place was in disarray. Some injured wolves were being taken care of by the pack's healers and the coven witches.

From afar, my eyes took in Ria. As soon as she saw me coming, she raced to me.

"I'm glad you're okay. I heard you were hurt."

"I am fine, it was nothing serious," I told her, and soon Brielle met up with us.

My gaze scanned around for Allen. I found him in the company of Morgan and Mason. I joined them, even though there was no way I could help Killian and the pack with the curse. There was much that needed to be done, and in Killian's absence, I had to help in any way I could.

I helped out with the injured while everyone prepared for the burial of the dead wolves. It broke my heart when I realized many of the dead pack members were the younger wolves.

Gosh, I had a lot of questions regarding everything I just discovered about Killian and the pack. And I didn't know anything about my mate. It confused me more why he didn't tell me about the crescent curse. Why didn't anyone tell me?

I could not come up with an answer for that. Only Killian could answer that. If only he could just wake up. It's daylight already, and he still hasn't regained consciousness. It seemed normal, but it scared me deeply. I fought back my tears as I made my way to his chamber. I couldn't even be by his side. Thea has been there since dawn.

As I moved closer to his chamber, Morgan stepped out.

"He hasn't even woken up yet?" I asked.

Morgan shook his head, watching me.

I returned his stare, "Why didn't you tell me, Morgan?" I finally asked the question, choking my thoughts, but maybe I was asking the wrong person. I was indubitably sure Killian must have forbidden everyone from telling me.

"Trust me, it's nothing personal. There was no point in troubling you with such things. You were better off not knowing,"

"How could you say that? Killian is my mate regardless," I bit out.

"And that's precisely why you shouldn't have known. It'll hurt much worse knowing you can do nothing to help him, "

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"Go in and see him. I am sure it'll do him a lot of good." Morgan said.

Thankfully, Thea wasn't around. I went into his chamber. I walked closer to the bed, taking a seat beside him. He was back to normal. The dark veins that popped on his skin were no more, and his skin didn't look as pale as it did earlier.

I pulled my hand up to brush back the tendrils of his soft hair that covered his forehead. My hands moved to his face. The electrifying sparks wasted no time erupting.

It made no sense for a father to curse his son and his pack. It was so cruel.

I don't know why the goddess would punish him this much.

My eyes closed as a line of tears fell from them. I leaned deeper into him, and gently, my lips grazed Killian's.

I pulled away, my eyes opening as I fell on Killian. To my surprise, his amber eyes were wide open, staring at me with those fathomless depths of his.