The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Sheila's point of view

I watched Killian's reflection through my glassy eyes. He pulled me into his arms, fear crippling his facial features.

"Hey, I don't like seeing you like this, we could talk later, you need rest right now, you need to sleep," Killian said, placing me down on the bed. He crawled in beside me, pulling the covers over us.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

I rested my head on his chest while his large arms swallowed me completely as he pulled me to sleep. I didn't know when the exhaustion took over and I fell asleep.

I found myself in the darkness, crying with blood over me, and before my eyes I watched my mother die in the hands of that man, Nell Reid. Her blood splattered everywhere, smearing the bloody lips of the feral beasts. And his dark murderous eyes fell on me.

I jerked up on the bed, falling into Killian's arms that were ready to receive me. He pulled me into his arms, trying to calm me but I couldn't stop the vibrations that made my body tremble. I gripped him tightly, trying to breathe him in to calm my unsettled emotions, but it was not working. Suddenly, the air around me began to grow cold while the candle flame began to burn out of control. This alarmed Killian at once, and I realized I could feel the confusion that rose within him, and also his immense worry for me.

He pulled away from me, about to tend to the growing fire but I held him back, wrapping my hands around him. I needed him to stop all this. I shut my eyes, inhaling as much of him as I could, and his scent was calming. Adie also helped calm me down and slowly, I stopped, and the wild burning of the flame and the air returned back to normal.

Killian cupped my face, gazing deep into my blue crystals. "What happened, love?" His voice was shaky with concern. He could see the chaos within me and just wanted to stop it all.

I wish he could.

I shook my head. "I had a bad dream."

Killian brushed back the locks of hair falling on my face, "it's just a dream, and nothing more."

"I wish it was. But it's not," I whispered under my breath, but he heard me.

"What do you mean?" He asked, confoundedly.

"I remembered memories from my childhood that I didn't even know existed, and now I don't know what to do with them," I said, still in Killian's warm arms.

"Is that what you wanted to tell me?" He asked quietly, and I sighed, nodding halfway. That was part of it. "Alright, you can tell me, love."

I shut my eyes closed, unsure where to start. I wanted to tell Killian the entire truth but my brothers were right, it would be a bad idea. At Least now. I realized it scared me to know Killian's reaction when he learns about my true identity. He hated my family so much, and I don't know if I could ever resolve the enmity between us all.

Maybe I could, maybe I couldn't. But now was a bad time to let Killian know.

"I was adopted, Killian, Alpha Lucius isn't my real father. I am not even from the silver mist pack," I said, spilling half the truth.

Killian's eyes held shock for a passing second before it morphed into rage.

"That was why he treated you the way he did all this while, because you weren't his daughter, and that bastard had the audacity to step into my pack —"

"What?" I cut him off. "What do you mean by that?"

"Alpha Lucius was here today, he came with some warriors to see you," Killian said and my brows crippled further.

Why would Lucius come here? He was a fucking bastard that didn't hesitate to give me away to his worst enemy. It didn't make sense that he would come here because he was worried for me. Something was wrong. Why did he really come here?

"Don't think about it, it doesn't matter. The next time he dares cross into my territory, he will regret it," Killian assured, and I nodded.

"If Lucius adopted you, then who is your family?" He asked, regarding me quietly. "Do you know who they are?"

I paused for a second, before nodding.

A small smile found Killian's lips. "Maybe we can find them, tell me,"

"My parents are dead, Killian," I voiced.

"What?" He paused, staring at me, "Did Lucius—"

I read his expression and knew exactly what he was thinking. I shook my head.

"He didn't. They were killed, but it wasn't Lucius," I said to him, looking away.

"Then who did? Tell me, love," he urged, bringing my eyes to his.

"It doesn't matter anymore, Killian," I pulled my eyes away from him. "Nothing could change the past."

Killian bored at me thoughtfully for some long seconds, before pulling me deeper into his arms. I wrapped my arms around him, inhaling his sweet intoxicating scent.

"I know there's a lot you are not saying, but whenever you want to tell me everything, I will listen," Killian whispered sweetly to me. I could feel his pure emotions, and his sweet words only made me tear up the most. I pulled him closer to me and pressed my lips to his.

Killian kissed me back passionately, lowering me onto the bed. Soon he was on top of me, his lips leaving my lips to allow me to breathe in some air.

"I swear I almost died last night when I came back and couldn't find you. I thought I lost you, Sheila and it killed me," he whispered against my lips as I tugged on his hair. Before I could respond, flashes of the attack invaded my mind, and I jerked up, remembering everything that happened.

"Oh, my goddess, Ria!" I couldn't believe I had forgotten about the attack. "Allen too," my hand covered my lips, remembering I saw them both die. The warriors were all dead.

"They are fine," Killian held me tightly, his words pulling my confused gaze on him. "Everyone is fine."

"No. No, that can't be. I watched Ria and Allen die right before me," I said to him.

"And that's true," Killian sighed. "Frankly, I have no idea how it all happened, but they are alive." He added.

"But that's impossible," I muttered slowly. I couldn't remember anything after Allen saved me and was killed by that wolf.

"Valerie didn't tell the others about this, but it seems the blood moon in the red sky, and unknown magic that swept through the earth caused it. It brought Ria, Allen, and the warriors back. It saved everyone's life. So, whatever or whoever caused that, I can't help but feel grateful," Killian brushed his large thumb against my lips, pecking it.

I breathed out in relief as my heart swelled with joy. Even though I had no idea how it all happened or what I did, I was happy I was able to do some good for the pack. I don't know what I would have done if everyone died because of me.

"Sheila," I was drawn out of my thoughts by Killian's low call. I turned to find his eyes almost glassy with tears. "I am really sorry for last night," he whispered, and I remained silent, allowing him to pour out his emotions. It was obvious they were drowning him. "It's my fault those imbeciles attacked the pack to have you killed, it's also my fault those fucking bastards kidnapped you," he paused, shutting his eyes while allowing his forehead to touch mine.

I could only hold my breath, knowing those fucking bastards he was speaking badly of were my brothers. But I remained silent.

"I don't know what they must have done to you while they had you hostage, but I swear I'll kill every fucking one of them for that—" Killian was vibrating with so much rage with every word he muttered, and his rage was only intensifying my pain that I didn't know when I gripped hard onto his body, causing him to stop talking. His deep amber eyes narrowed on me.

"Don't, Killian, please, don't say such words," I said, watching his expression turn heated.

"Those assholes kidnapped you to hurt you, just so I could suffer," he said, his voice calm, but his rage was increasing.

My lips almost parted at his words, about to defend my brothers and let Killian know they didn't kidnap me. But a more sensible part of me kicked against it. I would only fuel his rage. Killian wouldn't understand. If anything, my words will only upset him more.

"Let's just not talk about them, alright," I said, and he nodded after a while, dismantling his rage. "Since no one was hurt during the attack, everything is fine then,"

Killian shook his head. "Everything is far from fine. We have a traitor in the pack,"

"What?"

"Yes, Sheila. We don't know, but word about the curse had gone out. Now everyone in the whole of North Central and beyond knows our weakness," Killian voiced painfully.

I was shocked. This was bad.

As if reading my expression, he chuckled. But it wasn't one brewed from amusement, but one from pain, sadness, and frustration.

"That's not the worst part, love," he informed me, staring deeply into my eyes. "The crescent moon rising is barely three weeks away and we just found out we still don't have the gifted one," he paused, gazing at me intently. "Thea isn't the gifted one."

My entire being froze.

What?