The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Chapter 95 Killian's Point of ViewFrom NôvelDrama.Org.

I mind-linked Riannon, and she informed me Sheila had just returned to her chamber. I tossed aside the papers in my hands on the wooden table and pulled up from my chair. I gaited to the door and headed straight for Sheila's chamber, which was at the right wing of the castle.

I was there in no time. I placed my hand on the doorknob, pulling it open. Immediately, Sheila's sweet scent invaded my nostrils, and my deep amber crystals fell on her. I could hear Ryker stir in excitement at the back of my head. She was standing in front of the mirror, next to her dressing table. Her beautiful, pristine body was covered with a white silken robe, and her hair was damp, sticking to her face as lines of water rushed down her body.

I inhaled deeply as Sheila's blue eyes met mine from the mirror. She paused briefly, her gaze holding mine as I strode over to where she was. I snaked my hands around her waist, resting my head on her soft shoulder. My hands tightened more around her waist, bringing her closer to me.

"Hmmm. I've missed you," I whispered in a low tone for her ears alone. From the mirror, I could see her lips stretch into a sweet smile, and her soft hands pulled up to mine.

"Yeah, me too," the sound of her voice and her words caused a grin to appear on my face. It made me elated to know she also missed me as much as I did. The last few days have been hell for me, not being able to have her always next to me like before. It was only during these kinds of short moments I could steal some time and be with her.

Sheila has been spending most of her mornings and afternoons with the witches in the witches' quarters. And during the evenings, she's always with the warriors, training. The only time I get to spend some time with my mate is at the peak of midnight when we are training.

I let my hands on her waist wander up her body, caressing the soft flesh of her sides, up to the exposed valley of her chest that wasn't properly covered by the robe. I could feel the electrifying sparks that ran through my entire body, sending shivers of pleasurable sensation around my body. I inhaled her sweet scent, sweeping back the wet, sticky locks of her hair away from her neck, and I started planting feathery kisses on the crook of her neck.

Sheila moaned softly, flinging her head back to give me more access to her neck. I continued nibbling on it, sucking it. Sheila's sweet moans to my assault on her neck made me so hard down there.

I gripped her tightly, swerving her around swiftly. I lifted her onto the table, and immediately, I crashed my lips on hers, kissing her gently. I felt Sheila's hands wrap around my neck, and her legs parted from each other, allowing my legs to move freely between hers.

I kissed her passionately, and we pulled away, panting hard. I just couldn't stop myself. Ryker and I were dying to have her right now, as every part of her kept seducing me. I held the tip of the silken robe covering Sheila's body, I pulled it open gently, and her bare chest and flawless skin came into my view.

My eyes hungrily took in Sheila's round, and full breasts. I swallowed hard, feeling my temperature rise and my erection against my pants. I pulled my hand to one of her breasts, and my padded thumb brushed against its softness, caressing her pink, hardened nipple. Sheila released a moan, running her hands on my body.

"You're beautiful, Sheila," I whispered to her. It was the truth. She was beautiful. Every part of her held its unique beauty capable of driving any man insane. I held onto her other breast, touching it softly, and at the same time caressing it.

Sheila whimpered under my touch. I could feel her getting turned on and sexually aroused by my caresses. Even I had almost gone insane from her flawless beauty. I leaned closer to her, engulfing her lips with mine while my hands kept on caressing her soft, perky breasts.

Sheila moaned into our kiss. Hearing her sweet, alien moans, I pulled away from her lips, giving her breasts my attention. I bent down, and my warm lips swallowed one of her nipples and began to suckle on it. Sheila released another moan, pulling her hands around my neck again. She lifted her body, and her legs wrapped around my waist.

I held onto her body firmly, as she released a sensual cry, her body trembling against mine.

"Killian," Sheila whispered breathlessly, her hands on my hair tightening.

My pressure on her breast intensified. I gripped the other one, squeezing it, and caressing its hardened nipple. My tongue crossed over to it.

Sheila moaned into my ears, rubbing her lower half against my hardened member, causing the friction she wanted.

Holy goddess! I felt my body burn with desire. This time I was the one that moaned her name. My lips reluctantly left her breast and found her lips, again in a kiss, while my hands kept squeezing her breasts.

I had lost all my sanity now, and I just wanted to make sweet love to her. But Sheila stopped me, pulling her lips away from mine. Her forehead rested against mine, and we were both panting.

"Killian,"

"What?" I replied out of breath.

"We should stop now. We have a celebration to get to, remember?" she muttered, and I moaned again as her soft breath fanned my lips.

I groaned internally. "I didn't forget about the feast tonight. Certainly, everyone could wait for us," I said, pecking her lips continuously, attempting to seduce her to the bed.

"They could, but we should be there on time. Remember the feast is being thrown by everyone in the pack for us," she reminded, and Ryker groaned frustratingly at the back of my head.

"Cancel the feast, Killian," Ryker growled, so eager to have Sheila in our bed. And I was with him on that. Before I could speak, Sheila furrowed her brows, and her slender hands cupped my face.

"You and Ryker better not get stupid ideas like canceling the feast everyone worked hard to prepare for," she warned, bossily, making me smile. It's amusing how these past few days she always manages to know what I am thinking.

"For the first time, I think I agree with Ryker on this one," I joked.

"Alright Alpha, let's make a deal," Sheila leaned closer to my body so that I could feel her hardened nipples against my chest, and her legs around my waist tightened, pressing hard against my hardened member.

Her immediate action caused me to gasp, and she smiled, naughtily.

"Let's attend the feast tonight, and after, I promise I am all yours," she said, winking.

"All mine?" I pecked her lips.

She nodded, sealing my lips with a kiss. Reluctantly, I agreed. Sheila pulled out of my grasp, adjusting her robe. "Now, please, do me a favor and leave, so I can get dressed."

"As you wish, love," I kissed her one last time, before exiting her chamber.

I headed to my chamber and showered. I got dressed for tonight's feast and went down. Some pack members were giving the finishing touches to the decorations in the grand hall. The place had begun to crowd with the guests from the pack. I searched around, and Sheila hasn't stepped out yet.

My eyes swept around again, and I couldn't find Thea among the crowd. I had sent someone to her chamber to inform her of tonight's feast, since she hasn't stepped out of her chamber for days now.

Ever since the night of the cleansing ritual when everyone discovered Sheila was the gifted one, Thea had locked herself up in her chamber. She refused to see anyone, including me.

I could only imagine how she felt. I knew the sudden truth had really hurt her, and I couldn't help but feel guilty about all of this. Thea didn't deserve this. And no matter how hard I thought about it, I can't understand why I saw Thea in my dreams instead. That dream was the cause of this misunderstanding.

I believed what Valerie had said: that someone had intentionally planted Thea in my dreams to lead the pack and me astray. It was the fucking witch that had murdered Rowan. But the dream was a long time ago; I can't believe the witch has been disguised within us for that long. But the real question that made me restless was, why was he or she doing all this? What's the motive?

I can't seem to understand. I do have many enemies among my kind, but having a witch against me was another different matter.

Valerie suggested maybe this unknown witch was sent by someone who has a grudge against me, but deep down I feel that's not the case. Somehow, I feel this is personal.

If that witch was sent by someone, it would have been easy to get rid of me with everything that they knew about the curse from a long time ago. But they are not after my life, at least not yet. They want me to suffer in the worst possible way, and that's why they are after Sheila.

I stopped in my tracks. I hated having such thoughts. I inhaled deeply, realizing I had subconsciously made my way to Thea's chamber, and I was standing right in front of her door.

I knocked gently on the door, but there was no response. After a series of knocks, there was still no response. I could hear her faint heartbeat from inside the chamber, but strangely, I 

could feel something was wrong.

Instantly, I pulled open the door and the sight that greeted me made my blood turn cold.

Thea was lying on the floor, her body limp and lifeless. Panic surged through me as I rushed to her side, checking for any signs of life. Her pulse was faint, but she was still alive. I let out a shaky breath of relief, but the overwhelming dread didn’t leave me. Her face was pale, and there were dark circles under her eyes, indicating that she hadn't been taking care of herself.

"Thea!" I called out, shaking her gently. "Thea, wake up!"

There was no response. I quickly scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bed, trying to assess what had happened. My mind was racing, trying to figure out why she was in this state. I mind-linked Riannon, telling her to come to Thea’s chamber immediately and bring Valerie with her.

Moments later, Riannon and Valerie rushed in, their faces etched with concern. Valerie immediately approached Thea, her hands glowing with a soft, magical light as she began to examine her.

"What happened?" Riannon asked, her voice trembling.

"I don’t know," I replied, my voice strained. "I found her like this."

Valerie's face grew serious as she continued her examination. "She's been under a lot of stress and strain, both physically and emotionally. Her body is weak, and her energy is almost depleted. But there's more. I sense dark magic lingering around her."

"Dark magic?" Riannon echoed, her eyes widening. "Who would do this to her?"

I clenched my fists, anger boiling within me. "It has to be the same witch who has been targeting us. They must have found a way to get to her."

Valerie nodded. "It's possible. We need to cleanse her of this dark magic and restore her energy. But it's not going to be easy."

"Do whatever it takes," I said firmly. "Just save her."

Valerie began to work her magic, chanting incantations as she drew out the dark energy from Thea’s body. The room was filled with a soft, glowing light, and I could feel the oppressive presence of the dark magic slowly dissipating. Thea's breathing became steadier, and some color returned to her face.

After what felt like an eternity, Valerie finally stepped back, wiping sweat from her forehead. "I've done what I can. She should recover, but she needs rest and care. We need to be vigilant. Whoever did this will likely try again."

I nodded, my heart heavy with worry and guilt. "Thank you, Valerie."

Riannon placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "We'll get through this, Killian. We just need to stay strong and protect each other."

I nodded, trying to draw strength from her words. I couldn't let my guard down, not for a moment. The safety of my pack, and especially Sheila, depended on it.

As I watched over Thea, I couldn't help but feel a surge of determination. Whoever was behind this attack, they would pay. I would make sure of it. But for now, I needed to focus on keeping everyone safe and uncovering the identity of the witch who was trying to destroy us from within.

I left Thea's chamber, instructing some of the pack members to keep a close watch on her. I made my way back to the grand hall, where the celebration was in full swing. But my mind was elsewhere, consumed with thoughts of revenge and protection.

When Sheila finally arrived, looking radiant and beautiful, I couldn't help but smile, even though my heart was heavy with worry. She made her way to me, and I pulled her close, holding her tightly.

"Everything alright?" she asked, sensing my tension.

I nodded, forcing a smile. "It will be. Let's enjoy the feast."

But deep down, I knew that the real battle was just beginning.