The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Chapter 37 Thirty Seven

Killian's point of view

I stood frozen. It was like every blood in my body had drained. I felt so numb to the pain that choked my chest. My eyes scanned Sheila's face, pausing on her lips, then back to her eyes. My brows furrowed confusedly at her, observing her as if contemplating if Sheila was seriously just rejecting me.

Her firm gaze and solemnity told me that she meant every bloody word she said. She rejected me. But it's completely useless if I don't accept her rejection.

The pain in my chest slowly morphed into anger.

I laughed. I let go of her as my lips kept releasing laughter, which caused tears to form in my eyes.

My laughter couldn't stop. I found Sheila staring intently at me in confusion, wondering what I found so funny.

In a terrifying manner, I gripped her, slamming her against the wall. My death grip was firm on her shoulders.

Sheila tried to escape my grip, but it was next to impossible. Her eyes snapped back at me in a rage. "Let me go!"

My eyes grew darker, and rage pumped through every vein in mine.

"Do you really think I would allow you to reject me, Sheila? Me? The Alpha! Do you really think I'd let you escape from me that easily when you have literally turned my world upside down? I can't seem to concentrate on anything else other than you. Your entire existence in my life has haunted me. And you think I'll let go of you that easily? Never." I whispered harshly into her ears.

Sheila whimpered under my scorching breath. Hungrily, my hands cupped her face. I possessed her lips, kissing them harshly and nipping on them.

My hands released her face and found their way to her hips. I grabbed them tightly, digging them deeper into me just so she could feel my erection. So she would know how much control her body had over me. How much she affected me.

I could smell her sweet arousal, her body getting hotter and responding to mine.

I left the assault on her lips and moved to my treasured spot on her neck. I began to suck on her marking spot. A breathless erotic gasp left my mate's lips, and oh goddess, I felt my member harden more against her wet core.

It took every control I had to pull away from her. My dark amber eyes stared at her for a few short seconds while only our heavy breathing was heard within her corner wall chamber.

I released my grip on her and backed away, heading to the door.

"Like it or not, Sheila, you are MINE and will continue to be mine as long as I am alive. I won't let you off so easily. We've been destined to be together, whether it be love or hate. I will never let you go. I swear to the goddess." I told her, enunciating each word as she watched me with tears in her eyes.

Sparing one last glance at her, I left her chamber.

***

Sheila's point of view

I was on my way to Valerie's spell room when I noticed Killian in the castle hallways. He was with his lover, Thea. She was all over him, sucking his face, and shamelessly, he was kissing her back.

Upon hearing my footsteps or sensing my presence, Killian pulled away from Thea, swerving his head to his right, and his eyes connected with mine.

For a split second, I froze, hearing the loud drumming of my heart in my ears. My wolf, Adie, released a painful howl. I also felt my heart shatter at the sight. But I had made a resolve to myself that as long as I was the Luna of the Pack, I would never allow myself to be hurt by Killian and his lover.

I broke from his gaze. Without uttering a word, I walked straight past Killian and his lover, moving out the doors into the chilling evening air.

The last few days have been monotonous for me. I realized I was hurting more even after knowing the whole truth about Killian and the pack. Sincerely, I felt completely out of place and useless to Killian and the pack. It pained me so much that I could do nothing to help with the curse.

Everyone has been treating me well nonetheless, and I have managed to form bonds with the pack members. I frequented the Packhouse more, having my meals there instead of at the castle.

The other day, I watched the female warriors train in the field. I can't deny they were quite good. And I have improved well under Killian's strict training. I spend the early mornings before dawn training with Killian, and the afternoon in his office as well. I have learned a lot more about the pack and its affairs. In the coming week, Killian and I will be attending a meeting at the Diamond Pack outside the capital. It will be my first meeting as the Luna of the pack, and I'm really excited.

"So am I," I heard Adie's voice in the back of my mind. I am able to have conversations with my wolf, Adie. All thanks to Valerie. I have been spending most of my evenings in her spell room. We've gotten quite close as she has been helping me with my wolf situation. I can communicate with Adie, but I haven't been able to shift yet. She asked me if I had ever shifted into my wolf in the past. I told her that was impossible. Even though I barely remembered my earlier childhood days, I was certain I couldn't have shifted at such an early age.

I was in the witches' spell room, helping Valerie and the witches in whatever way I could for tonight's ritual to find the phoenix stone the Council had spoken about.

It was twilight already, so we left the spell room and headed for the witches' quarters instead. The ritual will be taking place in the witches' courtyard tonight. For some reason, Valerie insisted I be present.

Brielle and I stood at a far distance watching the witches. They haven't begun yet; they were patiently waiting for the moon before commencing. Just like how the moon was the very center of the werewolf's existence, it was also a powerful source of natural magic for the witches.

Soon the moon made its presence known, and the witches formed a circle in the court. Each of the coven witches stood beside the burning torches fixed around the courtyard. They were all dressed in similar woolen red cloaks, all wearing hoods over their heads. Some markings were scribbled on the ground. Valerie explained that it was some kind of access to the Earth's magic.

The witches had their hands coiled together. Valerie was in the center of the circle, also wearing a similar red cloak. She had a wooden kylix in front of her and a small dagger in her hand. It looked pretty normal, but I was told it was an athame dagger used for rituals. She pierced her palm with the dagger, and in a rush, her blood flowed out, dropping into the wooden kylix.

When she was done, she gave the dagger to the witch, Gwen. She also pierced her palm, her blood dripping into the same kylix. I watched as everyone within the large circle used the athame dagger, pouring a drop of their blood into the kylix to ensure their magical energy was linked as one for tonight's ritual.