The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Killian's Point of View

I pushed the door to Thea's chamber open. My eyes scanned around the room, dwelling on the figure that was positioned on the bed. It was Thea. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, she didn't even look my way. It was as though she was lost in her thoughts. Suddenly, she shook gently, her eyes pulled down to the sharp dagger in her hands, and she focused on it briefly, thinking deeply. My eyes widened in horror as Thea drew the dagger to the skin of her neck. My blood instantly turned cold.NôvelDrama.Org content.

"Thea!" I yelled. Immediately, my legs moved with speed and I crossed the room, getting to the bed where Thea was sitting, holding a dagger to her neck. Before she could slit her throat, I gripped her wrist tightly. "Thea, stop!" My hold was firm, and my amber eyes glowered down at her.

"No, Killian, please, let me do this," she yelled in tears, and with my non-human strength, I yanked the dagger away from her grip. Unfortunately, its sharp blade slit my wrist before landing harshly against the humid floor. My blood smeared my shirt and splattered on the floor.

"Killian," Thea yelled and was up from the bed immediately, her teary brown eyes holding so much worry and concern. "Oh, my goddess, Killian, are you alright?" Thea gripped a cloth and brought it to my wrist to stop the bleeding. She was trembling profusely. "I am really sorry, I didn't want you to get hurt."

I pulled away immediately. "It's just a cut, Thea. It will heal," I muttered, calming her shaky nerves. Instantly, my anger returned, remembering what she was just about to do. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I was burning with so much rage. I couldn't believe she was just about to kill herself. If I didn't come in at the moment I did, I cannot even begin to imagine what would happen to Thea. "What the bloody fuck were you about to do?"

My amber eyes were burning with so much rage. But instead of answering my questions, Thea broke down in tears. It was then I had a good look at her. She looked so pale, the skin around her eyes was strained and swollen from so much crying. Her lips were so dry, and she looked like she hadn't been eating these past few days. Her fragile state made my heart ache badly. Thea looked completely terrible.

She held onto her dress, still in tears and about to collapse on the floor, but I was quick to reach out to her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to the bed.

Thea held on to me tightly, burying her head in my shirt. "Please, Killian, just let me kill myself," she sobbed. "I can't think of any other way to put an end to this pain in my chest."

"Thea, don't say that—" I began, but she cut me off abruptly.

"No, Killian, it's the truth. My life has no purpose anymore," she pulled her glassy brown eyes to mine, tugging on to my shirt. "I am completely useless to you, Killian, I am good for nothing, and I know you don't want me around anymore. Just let me do one good thing for you, and free you of such a nuisance like me."

Her words punctured my heart. I grabbed her face in my hands. I hated seeing her like this. All of this was my fault from the start. If I didn't have that misleading dream about Thea being the gifted one, none of these would have happened. Thea wouldn't be in this situation.

"Don't say such words. None of this is your fault, Thea. And believe me, I am really sorry for everything that happened between us, you don't deserve someone like me," I said, and she shook her head.

"That's complete nonsense, Killian. I deserve someone like you. Believe it or not, I was made for you," she muttered firmly. I shook my head, about to speak. I don't want her to get the wrong idea of things. But Thea stopped me, "Forget it, Killian, I know you have chosen her. Even though I am not the one that'll free you and the pack from the curse, I am really happy that you have found the gifted one, the real one this time, and fate would have it. She's your fated mate," A lone tear rolled down from her eyes. I could see the sadness imprinted in her gaze.

"I hate to see you like this, Thea. Don't harm yourself all because of me. You have a mate out there just waiting to find you," I told her, and she smiled weakly.

"A mate?" She tried chuckling but failed at an attempt. "No one can take your place in my heart, Killian. I know my presence here is a problem to your relationship with Sheila, so, I will make you a promise, Killian. As soon as the curse is broken, I will leave this pack, but before then, please don't throw me out. I want to leave the pack knowing you are safe and the Pack that welcomed me as their own is safe as well," she whispered in tears.

I wiped the tears off her face. Regardless of everything that happened between Thea and me, I really didn't like the idea of her leaving. Not because I want her to stay, but because this Pack is all Thea has since she has no family.

"Enough of that, human! It's best if she leaves. For Sheila's sake," Ryker voiced in my head, retreating back to a corner of my mind.

He was right though. Even though Sheila hasn't said a word yet, I know she does not like the idea of Thea remaining in the pack.

"The celebration has begun. Everyone has gathered for the feast, but I think you should rest instead, you don't look good," I said while helping her into the bed. "I will send someone to bring dinner to you, and have this mess cleaned up," my eyes fell on the splatter of my blood that smeared the floor. "But please, promise me that you will not attempt anything stupid."

She held my stare briefly, before sighing. "I promise."

I walked to the door when Thea's voice sounded.

"Killian,"

I turned to her soft call.

"Thank you, I really mean it," she whispered.

I gave a short nod and returned downstairs.

"Killian," I called his name in the meekest, frail voice I could muster. He turned to me, his deep amber eyes holding pity for me. "Thank you, I really mean it," I added, softly.

Killian nodded gently, and I watched in satisfaction as guilt once again enveloped his depth. I loved seeing it in his gaze. I watched him as he exited my chamber and shut the door behind him.

Immediately, I grabbed onto the sheets that covered me, pulling them away from my body. I jumped on the floor, wiping off the tear stains that smeared my face. I went to the dagger that was on the floor, stained with Killian's blood, and picked it up.

A small sick smile covered my lips. I didn't know which was easier, getting Killian's blood on this dagger, or making him believe I tried to kill myself.

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. I pulled it open and began to mutter subtle chants. My brown eyes moved from Killian's blood on the dagger to the spatters on the floor. As I kept chanting, his blood that stained the floor rose up in the air, and the little blood on the dagger also levitated in the air. I kept chanting, using my magic to pull Killian's blood into the wooden bowl that was on the table. Now I have the last piece of ingredients I needed for the spell I had to make tonight.

Those fucking leeches have no idea what I am capable of. That bitch has no idea what's coming her way tonight. What on earth was she thinking? That she had won and I would be kicked out of the pack and be out of Killian's life. Well, that won't be happening anytime soon.

I turned to the door and used my magic to shut it. I pulled out a chair next to the table at the end of my chamber, and I started preparing Killian's blood for the spell.

I couldn't stop my evil smile from resurfacing. Everyone in the pack was preparing for tonight's feast. They have no idea what's coming after. Honestly, I couldn't wait to see the look on that tramp's face when I gain full control over Killian. No one will be able to save him from my spell, not the supposed gifted one, not the stupid witches from the witches' quarters, nor the moon goddess herself. No one will stop me.