The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Chapter 41

Chapter 41 Forty One

Killian's point of view

Gosh. These hours have been the longest hours of my life.

I have been waiting outside Sheila's chamber for only the goddess knows how long. My wolf was pacing around, panicking. He was agitated. He wanted to see our mate, to see her awake and out of pain. To have those beautiful eyes of hers stare back at me.

I groaned in frustration. Grabbing a handful of my hair in my hands, I felt like dying, knowing something bad could happen to her. She shouldn't have to go through any of this. I wish I could save her from the pain she was going through.

I felt rage and impatience mixing with the frustration entrenched in my bones. But I had to be calm. I couldn't afford to lose control. Sheila needed me to be sane when she awakes.

I took a deep, and calm breath, hearing Morgan's voice through the mind link. The warriors had cleaned up the disgusting remnants of the Dark Circle army within the pack. Even the witches also helped in fixing the damage around the pack, tending to the injured warriors along with the healers.

But I couldn't concentrate on the pack now, not when my mate was in such a terrible state.

My head snapped up at the sound of the door to Sheila's chamber opening. I was on my feet when the Pack's healer, Maggie, stepped out with her assistants. One after the other, they lowered their heads and rushed past me.

Maggie approached me, lowering her head in respect.

"How is she doing?" I asked, noting the fear that was rising in my tone.

Maggie heaved a sigh and pursed her lips. "She was badly injured everywhere. The wounds are very deep. Frankly, I am surprised that she's able to survive, more so, being without her wolf." Maggie paused, inhaling. "We managed to stop the bleeding, and the witches were able to heal her wounds, but —"

But? That didn't sound good. I held my breath tightly, awaiting whatever her words were.

"But what, Maggie?" I asked sternly, folding my hands against my chest.

"Right now, she's still unconscious. So, we still have to monitor her until she awakes. It's been hours since I gave her the medicinal herbs. She should have already responded to it, but I don't understand why she is not regaining consciousness." She spoke quietly, staring at me.

"I don't understand," I muttered as I went past her and entered Sheila's chamber.


Valerie and Gwen were beside her. When I moved closer to the bed, they stepped back.

Sheila's pristine body was on the bed. She was tucked perfectly well under the sheets. She was still not awake. I moved closer to her, my heart tearing up at the sight of her pale face, and her breathing was awfully slow like she was in a deep slumber.

"Sheila, please wake up," I said, taking hold of her hand in my giant one. Her skin was cold, but it wasn't from the winter's cold air. I rubbed my hand gently against hers, trying to provide whatever warmth I could. I felt guilty. I didn't realize that tears had slipped down my eyes.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I tilted my head a little to find Valerie's somber eyes on me.

"Why isn't she waking up yet?" I asked her, my voice battered and confused. Even without her wolf to aid her fast healing, the witches and healers had managed to stop the bleeding and heal her injuries. So why wasn't she awake yet?

"We have to be patient and hopeful. She might regain her consciousness soon," Valerie said, trying to assure me. But I have known this witch for the longest, and her eyes can never fool me. She wasn't even convinced by her own words.

I nodded gently.

"What happened last night?" I asked her. Nothing still made sense to me. Sheila's screams, and the powerful energy that shook every one of us.

I turned to Valerie. "Was the phoenix stone responsible for it?"

Her eyes on me were intense. "I don't know," was all she said. But it was as though her eyes were not saying a lot more.

"Stay with her, your presence as her mate will help her a lot," she said before leaving the room. Leaving me with an unconscious Sheila.

***

I stayed unmoving from her side throughout the day and never drifted my eyes away from her unconscious figure throughout the night, but Sheila's condition still hadn't improved one bit. Her body was cold, her heartbeat was slower, and her breathing was the same.

I was sitting on the bed beside my mate when Valerie came in with Gwen and a few witches. They all lowered their heads toward me.

"She still hasn't woken up; something is wrong," I said.

"I know." Valerie came closer. "I was desperately hoping she would wake up before dawn. But seeing her state remains the same, means it's exactly what I feared. " Valerie muttered.

I pulled up from the bed, interested in what she had to say. "What do you mean?"

She looked at Sheila and walked toward the bed. Her hands fell on Sheila's forehead, and she closed her eyes. Her lips moved, whispering a few chants. Then Valerie opened her eyes. Her eyes were glowing a bright purple. She kept on muttering chants until she was done. Her eyes lost their glow and it became normal. Valerie jerked her hand away from Sheila's forehead.

"The reason she isn't waking up is that she's trapped somewhere in her mind," She shocked me. Sheila was trapped in her mind.

I sent a glance at Sheila, then my eyes came back to Valerie.

"How is that even possible?" I questioned.

"It is very much possible. It must be from whatever happened at the cemetery," Valerie uttered.

"So, it could be because of the power of the stone?" I queried.

"I don't think so," Valerie said. "The stone had nothing to do with this. I think it's all her."

Her words were confusing. I had a lot of questions, but none of that mattered now.

"What do we do now, Valerie?" I began pacing, unable to stay still.
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