The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Chapter 29 Twenty Nine

Killian's point of view

Her bright blue crystals stared deep into my eyes like they were invading the gates of my very own soul, searching through them, or maybe wanting answers. I still didn't pull away, and neither did she make a move beneath me.

Sincerely, I didn't want to pull away, not with that gaze of hers sucking me in as if seducing me. She was a bloody seductress, and she barely realized it. I could feel her hot breath fanning my face while my gaze remained fixed on her.

I was trying my best to mask my emotions, to pull up the cold mask that I often adopt when I'm around her, but I was failing. I had fallen deep into the blue waters of her gaze, and I didn't care if I drowned. My life was hers to take if she wished.

Sheila stirred a little beneath me, her body pulling up slowly against me, but I still didn't pull away from her. My gaze continued to focus on her. Now her head leveled up to meet my gaze, with her face a breath away from mine. Her nose touched mine. Her heartbeat began to spike; it always did whenever I was this close to her. I released a mental smirk, loving the effect I seemed to have on her.

Sheila's gaze had a lot to say, but the way we were positioned against each other, a single careless movement would make those tempting pink lips of hers touch mine.

"Could you?" She placed her delicate, soft hand on my chest, my beating heart pounding for her alone. The warm sensation that erupted caused her lips to part, releasing the sexiest gasp, and that cut off the last string of control I was fighting hard to hold on to.

My hand slipped to the back of her neck, and I pressed my lips against hers. My other spare hand roved to her slender waist, digging her firmly into my chest as my tongue consumed her. It took a full eager second for her to respond to my kisses. One full of desires and needs that only she could satisfy. I moaned as her hand worked its way up to my neck, while the other skillfully slipped under my shirt, touching my chest.

It was like igniting a fire on a wax candle, and I completely melted. The place her hand touched me birthed a spark of wildfires that began to grow, coursing through my entire body, sending jolts of pleasure that soon found their way to the growing bulge in between my legs. I felt myself go hard. I lifted her into my arms with her legs sprawled around my waist.

I kept showering kisses on her, my hands and body eager to feel every delicate part of her. My hands slid under her dress, exploring her slender legs, whilst leaving a trail of tingles. My lips left hers down to the crook of her neck. The more I showered her with my love and kisses, the more I felt Ryker battle for control, my canines fighting to pop up and place my mark on her, making her mine. I wanted to, so badly, that I didn't give a double fuck to all the problems that went with my life.

My canines were out. Sheila was clutching hard at my hair, her soft body trembling against mine. I was about to sink my canines into her neck when the door flung open without warning, and the first face that came into my view was that of Morgan.

He froze, staring at us and so did I. Even Sheila's body on mine went still. Then the sound of people chattering began to filter into the room.

Freaking hell! I'd forgotten I scheduled a meeting with a few pack members and ranked warriors.

My eyes darted quickly to Morgan's. Before I could mutter a word, he turned to the door. "He's having a meeting inside."

His voice gave no room for anyone to counter. It was only when I heard their steps retreating that I sighed. My eyes scanned the way Sheila was in my arms and the excessive amount of skin that was exposed. The thought of those bloody unmated wolves seeing her in such a state almost made me growl.

My eyes trailed up to meet Sheila's round eyes on me. Her tender, soft cheeks had turned a deep shade of red.

I couldn't stop the smirk that stole my lips at the abashment that was boldly imprinted on her face. My amusement only made her cheeks color deeper, and her eyes held something that I couldn't make out.

She pushed me away, and carefully, I returned her to the couch, watching her as she fixed her dress.

My smile is only deepening.

"What are you doing here?" Her soft voice sounded.

"Perhaps I should remind you that this is my office," I said, leaning against the wall and studying her.

She shifted consciously under my stare, her eyes seeming to recognize her surroundings.

"When I came, you weren't around. So, I decided to go through the books."

I nodded, listening to her beautiful mumbling.

"How did the meeting with the Council go?" She asked. I gave her a surprised look. And before I could ask, she offered. "Morgan told me," she added, pulling back the locks of her brown hair that kept falling back on her face.

"Fine," I said, still watching her. I had promised Morgan I wouldn't ask her about the man that saved her when Rowan had attacked her, but only because I couldn't trust myself not to get riled up. Whenever it came to the Blacks, it always made my blood boil.

I had no idea why Kaiser would sneak into my territory. No matter how hard I thought about it, it only managed to infuriate me. He was also on my suspect list. It was no secret that the Blacks despised me as much as I despised them. Knowing those brothers, they wouldn't hesitate a second to cause the pack and me any harm.

Hell, they'll relish any opportunity they get. And they seem to be going after Sheila to seek revenge for what my father did to the Black Blood Pack. He was the one who led the attack on the Black Blood Pack, murdering Leonardo and Kai's mother while taking their sister, the destined one spoken about in the prophecy.

I brushed my palm against the back of my neck, wishing I could forget everything that happened that night. But I couldn't. And maybe I didn't want to. But one thing is certain before they harm my mate, I will rip out their hearts first.

"Killian?" I jerked. My eyes met Sheila's round eyes, full of worry. Damn, I hadn't realized I zoned out on her.

"What did you say?" I asked.

"I asked about the warrior that tried to have you killed. Has he been questioned yet?" She repeated.

I shook my head gently. "Rowan's dead," I said flatly.

Her round blue eyes widened even more, as she pushed up on her feet. "How?" She rushed to me, her scent paralyzing me, luring me back into her arms.

"He was murdered."

"By who?"

I shook my head again. "We have no idea. He was found dead in the cell at dawn.

"Then we have no idea who tried to murder you and that woman." She said