The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Chapter 56 Fifty-Six

Sheila's point of view

"I vote against it," Killian said coldly. His words resounded in my ears. This can't be. I couldn't think clearly as my every thought fell on Devon. He just can't lose his life like this.

I met Killian's cold stare. His dark amber eyes were pulled away from me and back to everyone else in the court.

"The prisoner has to die," Killian said again.

I was frozen in my seat, rage seething through me. My furious gaze pierced at him, but Killian didn't even look my way.

I don't know exactly what I was thinking about trusting him. What on earth was I expecting from a bloody bastard like him?

Even though I didn't fully trust him to stand up for Devon, somewhere deep down a part of me hoped he would do it for me.

But I was mistaken. This Alpha was still very much heartless.

"Everyone has voted. And as usual, the majority wins." Killian leaned on the round table. "Devon knows about the curse, making him a threat to us, and so he will be executed immediately." Killian sounded firm, and everyone nodded in agreement, leaving no room for further discussion.

All the while, I didn't shift my eyes from Killian, and he intentionally avoided looking my way.

"You will be in charge, Morgan. Take care of his execution." He turned to Morgan, Allen, and Mason, then to everyone else. "The meeting has ended."

At his words, everyone was up from their seats and they began exiting the court. But I remained motionless in my seat, and so did Killian, until it was just the two of us within the court's corner walls.

"Why Killian?" I said.

Finally, Killian turned his eyes to me. I could see absolutely nothing in those eyes of his. Not even an ounce of guilt for what he did to me. This was the first time I had desperately wanted him to take my side, to help me. But he couldn't even do that.

I felt my eyes sting with tears from the sudden pain I felt in my chest.

Killian still didn't reply.

Without uttering a word, I jerked up from my chair, walking away. But Killian grabbed my wrist, pulling me to a stop.

"Let go of me, Killian," I yelled, burning with so many emotions. Rage and pain stalked my veins. I snatched my hand away from him, moving away from him but he held me again, turning me to face him.

"Sheila, calm down." He held me firmly to his body. "Listen to me." He began, but I pushed myself away from his strong hold, my hand slamming hard against his cheek.

Killian froze. His stare on me was completely void of all emotions as the sound of the slap kept echoing within the walls of the court.

"I don't want to hear anything you have to say, Killian." I was screaming, tears threatening to burst from my eyes. I begged you for just one thing, to help me save him, and now Devon will be executed. I hate you, Killian." I left him alone in the court, rushing to my chamber.

As soon as I was in, I collapsed on the bed, allowing the tears I had fought back to fall. I felt a burning rage directed at Killian and immense pain. I don't know if it was from Killian's betrayal or the cold fact that Devon was being executed at this moment. And I couldn't save him. I buried my face in my palm, tearing up. I just couldn't hold my tears back.

***

It was way past midnight already. I could no longer hear the loud chatter of everyone and the merriment from the bonfires. It seemed like everyone had probably retired for the night. But I haven't or rather still couldn't. I was still in bed. And I haven't moved a muscle from my position yet, I could feel the puffiness of my eyes already. Even my long lashes felt heavy and too tired.

The door to my chamber was pulled open unexpectedly. My brows creased furiously as I lifted my head to find Killian's huge figure in the darkness. He was standing in the doorway, staring at me.

"Can't you knock before barging into my chamber?" Every word I muttered, held a certain rage brewing in my bones.

I heard him sigh deeply as he leaned against the door. But he didn't take a step further inside. "Get dressed and come out now." His voice was cold.

"Like fuck I will, Killian." I half yelled. "Get out!" I didn't move from my position on the bed. Even in the darkness, I felt Killian's eyes on me intensely.

"It's not a request, Sheila." Killian voiced. "I will be waiting outside." He added and was about to shut the door but paused suddenly. "Wear something warm. It's cold outside" And he jammed the door shut.

Even after he left, I remained motionless on the bed. After some minutes, Ria walked in, informing me Killian had asked her to come to fetch me. She pleaded with me to come along.

I grabbed my brown furry cloak from the rack, donning it over my dress. I left my chamber with Ria. Instead of going out through the main entrance doors, Ria led me through the back doors. We walked a little deeper into the woods until we came to a tall oak tree, where Killian was waiting in the darkness with a horse.

Ria lowered her head towards him.

"Thank you, Ria. You may leave now." He said, the moon's silver rays falling on him, revealing his beautiful face and his godlike body.

At Killian's words, Ria left us immediately.

Without speaking a word to me, he jumped on his horse, sending a hand out to me as his eyes bore down on me.

"Where are we going?" I asked, not taking his hand.

"You will find out soon." He said with his hand still in the air.

"I'd prefer you to tell me first, Killian," I said, still not taking his hand.

"Ah," he groaned, frustratedly. "By the goddess, you are impossible, Sheila."

"And you are not?" I couldn't help the rage in my voice.

"Just trust me and get on."

"That is the last thing I will ever do again, Killian."

Killian was quiet for a second, like something in my words had hurt him. But I didn't care to ask, or even show the slightest bit of concern. He deserved every bit of pain he could get.

"I want to show you something." His voice was calm and at the same time, serious. Very serious.

I furrowed my gaze at him. But I didn't say anything. Reluctantly, I gripped his hand, and Killian helped me up on the horse. I adjusted myself behind him, tugging on my cloak as the cold began to lash against my skin.

"Hold on tight." He tilted his head sideways at me.