The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Chapter 65

Chapter 65 Sixty-Five

Sheila's point of view

My eyes pierced right through the soul of Lorenzo's deep magenta eyes, which burned brightly. I could hear his voice muttering chants in a language I had never heard before. He kept muttering coherently, his soft voice filtering into my ears, invading my mind, and echoing within the walls of my soul.

I groaned in pain. It was hurting, badly hurting. It was like a sharply pointed sword was pushing its way into the deepest, darkest cave of my soul. Lorenzo didn't stop chanting, his large hands cupping my face even tighter, as he forced his blazing gaze into mine.

I gripped the black stone in my hands as more pain punctured my chest, aligning with the burning heat on the lower side of my stomach. It was as if there was a merge deep within me, and my crystal blue eyes still stared into Lorenzo's. His voice and chanting had completely consumed my entire being.

I kept on wriggling in pain. My hand collapsed on Lorenzo's shirt, which I clutched tightly like I was holding on to my very life. My eyes began to burn brightly as parts of my memories from Killian's pack to my old pack began to flash through my mind. My screams and cries didn't stop, and so did Lorenzo's. He continued chanting, never letting go of me.

I could feel my body burn with my skull like I was literally on fire. My knees began to weaken. My entire body turned numb. My eyes were spinning around the spell room and my head was lighter than a feather. I was numb to any other pain, but I could feel the warm blood that was flowing from my nose. Enzo. I badly wanted to say his name aloud, but I just couldn't. No matter how much I tried.

I didn't have the strength for it. I gripped tighter to his shirt, my vision completely failing me. Before I could suck in another breath, my numb body fell into Lorenzo's arms. The last thing I heard was his voice whispering my name till it faded and I lost it to the darkness swallowing me.

It was like I was drowning in deep water. It was unbearably hot. Or better still, my body was burning hot. I jerked my eyes open and instantly a sweet, soothing, and calming scent invaded my nostrils. I moaned calmly. It didn't take away the sudden weakness I felt nor the burning pain in my body, yet somehow, almost magically, it calmed me.

I pulled my eyes from the blank air, gasping back to reality. I yanked my body up. Immediately, large arms covered me, embracing me.

"It's alright. Breathe Sheila " The voice kept on saying, rubbing my back in circles while stroking my hair. The words and actions also calmed me. I sighed, weakly, pulling away to meet Lorenzo's worried eyes on me.

"You are back," he muttered gently, a wave of relief settling on his shoulders.

I breathed in. I felt sick to my bones. My eyes scanned the room and it was so unfamiliar. We were no longer at the witches' spell room. I was on a bed in a chamber. Lorenzo pulled away from me, moving to the small, red candles that were burning around me, perfectly arranged around me. Their burning glow illuminated the room.

He muttered a short chant, and the flames died. The velvet draperies on the window pulled open by themselves to allow some sunlight in. I groaned, internally, a familiar pain gutting my stomach, and my body so weak.

"Where am I?" My soft, weak voice sounded.

Lorenzo turned to look at me. "You are in my chamber. You needed some rest."

I nodded subconsciously to his words. My eyes suddenly went wide. I pulled my hands to both sides of my head.

"What happened?" I asked, almost breathless from the weakness and discomfort that cowered in my bones. I swept through my thoughts, more like my memories, but everything felt the same. I couldn't remember anything.

My eyes went up to Lorenzo, who was studying me quietly.

"I can't remember anything," I whispered, trying to hold my voice.

"I am sorry. But there is no way I could pry any deeper." Lorenzo moved closer to me. "I tried to break through the walls of your mind to reach the memories that have been forgotten, but I couldn't."

"So, it's impossible to remember?" I asked him.

"No, it's not." He spoke softly, moving closer again. "Your memories of your childhood were intentionally locked up, Sheila."

"What?" I was speechless. I tried to understand what he was saying, but it was difficult to do in my weak state.

Oh goddess, what was wrong with me?

My bones felt so weak, my body held so much pain, and the burning heat within me kept growing.

I forced my mind from the growing pains to what was more important. My memories. Someone intentionally made me forget my childhood? But who could that person be?

The only one that came to mind was the person that hated me more than anything. My father. But why? What was it about my childhood he wanted so desperately for me to forget?

I was back on my feet. I took only a few steps before my body betrayed me. I lost my balance, almost crashing on the floor, but Lorenzo caught me in his arms, taking me back to the bed.

"Tell me in plain words, Lorenzo, what happened to my memories?"

His deep magenta held mine. "The magic surrounding the walls of your mind is very powerful, Sheila. I tried to make a crack in your mind, to break the wall imprisoning them, but I can't, at least not without killing you in the process," he said to me, placing my head on a pillow. "You are so weak. Wait right here. I will be back." He stood up and rushed out of the chamber.

The growing heat in my stomach was getting worse, making me squirm in pain.

I couldn't understand my body. All I felt was a raging need within me.

"What is wrong with me, Adie?" I groaned in pain.

"Killian. Find Killian." She was suffering from a similar pain in my stomach. "Please, Sheila." She sounded worse off than I did.
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