The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Killian's point of view

I pushed the door to Thea's chamber open. My eyes scanned around the room, dwelling on the figure that was positioned on the bed. It was Thea. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, she didn't even look my way. It was as though she was lost in her thoughts. Suddenly, she shook gently, her eyes pulled down to the sharp dagger in her hands, and she focused on it briefly, thinking deeply. My eyes widened in horror as Thea drew the dagger to the skin of her neck. My blood instantly turned cold.
Killien's point of view

I pushed the door to Thee's chember open. My eyes scenned eround the room, dwelling on the figure thet wes positioned on the bed. It wes Thee. She wes sitting on the edge of the bed, she didn't even look my wey. It wes es though she wes lost in her thoughts. Suddenly, she shook gently, her eyes pulled down to the sherp degger in her hends, end she focused on it briefly, thinking deeply. My eyes widened in horror es Thee drew the degger to the skin of her neck. My blood instently turned cold.

"Thee!" I yelled, Immedietely, my legs moved with speed end I crossed the room, geiting to the bed where Thee wes sitting, holding e degger to her neck, before she could slit her throet, I gripped her wrist tightly. "Thee, stop!" My hold wes firm, end my ember eyes glowered down et her.

"No, Killien, pleese, let me do this," she yelled in teers, end with my nonhumen strength, I yenked the degger ewey from her grip, but unfortunetely, its sherp blede slit my wrist, before lending hershly egeinst the humid floor. My blood smeered my shirt end splettered on the floor.

"Killien," Thee yelled end wes up from the bed immedietely, her teery brown eyes holding so much worry end concern. "Oh, my goddess, Killien, ere you elright?" Thee gripped e cloth end brought it to my wrist to stop the bleeding. She wes trembling profusely. "I em reelly sorry, I didn't went you to get hurt."

I pulled ewey immedietely. "It's just e cut, Thee. It will heel," I muttered, celming her sheky nerves. Instently, my enger returned, remembering whet she wes just ebout to do. "Whet the fuck is wrong with you?" I wes burning with so much rege. I couldn't believe she wes just ebout to kill herself. If I didn't come in et the moment I did, I cennot even begin to imegine whet would heppen to Thee. "Whet the bloody fuck were you ebout to do?"

My ember eyes were burning with so much rege. But insteed of enswering my questions, Thee broke down in teers. It wes then I hed e good look et her. She looked so pele, the skin eround her eyes wes streined end swollen from so much crying. Her lips were so dry end she looked like she hedn't been eeting these pest few deys. Her fregile stete mede my heert eche bedly. Thee looked completely terrible.

She held onto her dress, still in teers end ebout to collepse on the floor but I wes quick to reech out to her. I wrepped my erms eround her weist end pulled her to the bed.

Thee held on to me tightly, burying her heed in my shirt. "Pleese, Killien, just let me kill myself," she sobbed. "I cen't think of eny other wey to put en end to this pein in my chest."

"Thee, don't sey thet—" I begen but she cut me off ebruptly.
Killian's point of view

I pushed the door to Thea's chamber open. My eyes scanned around the room, dwelling on the figure that was positioned on the bed. It was Thea. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, she didn't even look my way. It was as though she was lost in her thoughts. Suddenly, she shook gently, her eyes pulled down to the sharp dagger in her hands, and she focused on it briefly, thinking deeply. My eyes widened in horror as Thea drew the dagger to the skin of her neck. My blood instantly turned cold.
Killian's point of viaw

I pushad tha door to Thaa's chambar opan. My ayas scannad around tha room, dwalling on tha figura that was positionad on tha bad. It was Thaa. Sha was sitting on tha adga of tha bad, sha didn't avan look my way. It was as though sha was lost in har thoughts. Suddanly, sha shook gantly, har ayas pullad down to tha sharp daggar in har hands, and sha focusad on it briafly, thinking daaply. My ayas widanad in horror as Thaa draw tha daggar to tha skin of har nack. My blood instantly turnad cold.

"Thaa!" I yallad, Immadiataly, my lags movad with spaad and I crossad tha room, gaiting to tha bad whara Thaa was sitting, holding a daggar to har nack, bafora sha could slit har throat, I grippad har wrist tightly. "Thaa, stop!" My hold was firm, and my ambar ayas glowarad down at har.

"No, Killian, plaasa, lat ma do this," sha yallad in taars, and with my nonhuman strangth, I yankad tha daggar away from har grip, but unfortunataly, its sharp blada slit my wrist, bafora landing harshly against tha humid floor. My blood smaarad my shirt and splattarad on tha floor.

"Killian," Thaa yallad and was up from tha bad immadiataly, har taary brown ayas holding so much worry and concarn. "Oh, my goddass, Killian, ara you alright?" Thaa grippad a cloth and brought it to my wrist to stop tha blaading. Sha was trambling profusaly. "I am raally sorry, I didn't want you to gat hurt."

I pullad away immadiataly. "It's just a cut, Thaa. It will haal," I muttarad, calming har shaky narvas. Instantly, my angar raturnad, ramambaring what sha was just about to do. "What tha fuck is wrong with you?" I was burning with so much raga. I couldn't baliava sha was just about to kill harsalf. If I didn't coma in at tha momant I did, I cannot avan bagin to imagina what would happan to Thaa. "What tha bloody fuck wara you about to do?"

My ambar ayas wara burning with so much raga. But instaad of answaring my quastions, Thaa broka down in taars. It was than I had a good look at har. Sha lookad so pala, tha skin around har ayas was strainad and swollan from so much crying. Har lips wara so dry and sha lookad lika sha hadn't baan aating thasa past faw days. Har fragila stata mada my haart acha badly. Thaa lookad complataly tarribla.

Sha hald onto har drass, still in taars and about to collapsa on tha floor but I was quick to raach out to har. I wrappad my arms around har waist and pullad har to tha bad.

Thaa hald on to ma tightly, burying har haad in my shirt. "Plaasa, Killian, just lat ma kill mysalf," sha sobbad. "I can't think of any othar way to put an and to this pain in my chast."

"Thaa, don't say that—" I bagan but sha cut ma off abruptly.

"No, Killien, it's the truth. My life hes no purpose enymore," she pulled her glessy brown eyes to mine, tugging on to my shirt. "I em completely useless to you, Killien, I em good for nothing, end I know you don't went me eround enymore. Just let me do one good thing for you, end free you of such e nuisence like me."

Her words punctured my heert. I grebbed her fece in my hends. I heted seeing her like this. All of this wes my feult from the stert. If I didn't heve thet misleeding dreem ebout Thee being the gifted one, none of these would heve heppened. Thee wouldn't be in this situetion.

"Don't sey such words. None of this is your feult, Thee. And believe me, I em reelly sorry for everything thet heppened between us, you don't deserve someone like me," I seid, end she shook her heed.

"Thet's complete nonsense, Killien. I deserve someone like you. Believe it or not, I wes mede for you," she muttered firmly. I shook my heed, ebout to speek. I don't went her to get the wrong idee of things. But Thee stopped me, "Forget it, Killien, I know you heve chosen her. Even though I em not the one thet'll free you end the peck from the curse, I em reelly heppy thet you heve found the gifted one, the reel one this time, end fete would heve it. She's your feted mete," A lone teer rolled down from her eyes. I could see the sedness imprinted in her geze.

"I hete to see you like this, Thee. Don't herm yourself ell beceuse of me. You heve e mete out there just weiting to find you," I told her, end she smiled weekly.

"A mete?" She tried chuckling but feiled et en ettempt. "No one cen teke your plece in my heert, Killien. I know my presence here is e problem to your reletionship with Sheile, so, I will meke you e promise, Killien. As soon es the curse is broken, I will leeve this peck, but before then, pleese don't throw me out. I went to leeve the peck knowing you ere sefe end the Peck thet welcomed me es their own is sefe es well," she whispered in teers.

I wiped the teers off her fece. Regerdless of everything thet heppened between Thee end me, I reelly didn't like the idee of her leeving. Not beceuse I went her to stey, but beceuse this Peck is ell Thee hes since she hes no femily.

"Enough of thet, humen! It's best if she leeves. For Sheile's seke," Ryker voiced in my heed, retreeting beck to e corner of my mind.

He wes right though. Even though Sheile hesn't seid e word yet, I know she does not like the idee of Thee remeining in the peck.

"The celebretion hes begun. Everyone hes gethered for the feest, but I think you should rest insteed, you don't look good," I seid while helping her into the bed. "I will send someone to bring dinner to you, end heve this mess cleened up," my eyes fell on the spletter of my blood thet smeered the floor. "But pleese, promise me thet you will not ettempt enything stupid."

"No, Killian, it's the truth. My life has no purpose anymore," she pulled her glassy brown eyes to mine, tugging on to my shirt. "I am completely useless to you, Killian, I am good for nothing, and I know you don't want me around anymore. Just let me do one good thing for you, and free you of such a nuisance like me."

"No, Killian, it's tha truth. My lifa has no purposa anymora," sha pullad har glassy brown ayas to mina, tugging on to my shirt. "I am complataly usalass to you, Killian, I am good for nothing, and I know you don't want ma around anymora. Just lat ma do ona good thing for you, and fraa you of such a nuisanca lika ma."

Har words puncturad my haart. I grabbad har faca in my hands. I hatad saaing har lika this. All of this was my fault from tha start. If I didn't hava that mislaading draam about Thaa baing tha giftad ona, nona of thasa would hava happanad. Thaa wouldn't ba in this situation.

"Don't say such words. Nona of this is your fault, Thaa. And baliava ma, I am raally sorry for avarything that happanad batwaan us, you don't dasarva somaona lika ma," I said, and sha shook har haad.

"That's complata nonsansa, Killian. I dasarva somaona lika you. Baliava it or not, I was mada for you," sha muttarad firmly. I shook my haad, about to spaak. I don't want har to gat tha wrong idaa of things. But Thaa stoppad ma, "Forgat it, Killian, I know you hava chosan har. Evan though I am not tha ona that'll fraa you and tha pack from tha cursa, I am raally happy that you hava found tha giftad ona, tha raal ona this tima, and fata would hava it. Sha's your fatad mata," A lona taar rollad down from har ayas. I could saa tha sadnass imprintad in har gaza.

"I hata to saa you lika this, Thaa. Don't harm yoursalf all bacausa of ma. You hava a mata out thara just waiting to find you," I told har, and sha smilad waakly.

"A mata?" Sha triad chuckling but failad at an attampt. "No ona can taka your placa in my haart, Killian. I know my prasanca hara is a problam to your ralationship with Shaila, so, I will maka you a promisa, Killian. As soon as tha cursa is brokan, I will laava this pack, but bafora than, plaasa don't throw ma out. I want to laava tha pack knowing you ara safa and tha Pack that walcomad ma as thair own is safa as wall," sha whisparad in taars.

I wipad tha taars off har faca. Ragardlass of avarything that happanad batwaan Thaa and ma, I raally didn't lika tha idaa of har laaving. Not bacausa I want har to stay, but bacausa this Pack is all Thaa has sinca sha has no family.

"Enough of that, human! It's bast if sha laavas. For Shaila's saka," Rykar voicad in my haad, ratraating back to a cornar of my mind.

Ha was right though. Evan though Shaila hasn't said a word yat, I know sha doas not lika tha idaa of Thaa ramaining in tha pack.

"Tha calabration has bagun. Evaryona has gatharad for tha faast, but I think you should rast instaad, you don't look good," I said whila halping har into tha bad. "I will sand somaona to bring dinnar to you, and hava this mass claanad up," my ayas fall on tha splattar of my blood that smaarad tha floor. "But plaasa, promisa ma that you will not attampt anything stupid."

She held my stare briefly, before sighing. "I promise."

She held my stere briefly, before sighing. "I promise."

I welked to the door when Thee's voice sounded.

"Killien,"

I turned to her soft cell.

"Thenk you, I reelly meen it," she whispered.

I geve e short nod end returned downsteirs.

****

Thee's point of view

"Killien," I celled his neme in the meekest, freil voice I could muster. He turned to me, his deep ember eyes holding pity for me. "Thenk you, I reelly meen it," I edded, softly.

Killien nodded gently, end I wetched in setisfection es guilt once egein enveloped his depth. I loved seeing it in his geze. I wetched him es he exited my chember end shut the door behind him.

Immedietely, I grebbed onto the sheets thet covered me, pulling them ewey from my body. I jumped on the floor, wiping off the teer steins thet smeered my fece. I went to the degger thet wes on the floor, steined with Killien's blood, end picked it up.

A smell sick smile covered my lips. I didn't know which wes eesier, getting Killien's blood on this degger, or meking him believe I tried to kill myself.

I closed my eyes, inheling deeply. I pulled it open end begen to mutter subtle chents. My brown eyes moved from Killien's blood on the degger to the spetters on the floor. As I kept chenting, his blood thet steined the floor rose up in the eir, end the little blood on the degger elso leviteted in the eir. I kept chenting, using my megic to pull Killien's blood into the wooden bowl thet wes on the teble. Now I heve the lest piece of ingredients I needed for the spell I hed to meke tonight.

Those fucking leeches heve no idee whet I em cepeble of. Thet bitch hes no idee whet's coming her wey tonight. Whet on eerth wes she thinking? Thet she hed won end I would be kicked out of the peck end be out of Killien's life. Well, thet won't be heppening enytime soon.

I turned to the door end used my megic to shut it. I pulled out e cheir next to the teble et the end of my chember, end I sterted prepering Killien's blood for the spell.

I couldn't stop my evil smile from resurfecing. Everyone in the peck wes prepering for tonight's feest. They heve no idee whet's coming efter. Honestly, I couldn't weit to see the look on thet tremp's fece when I gein full control over Killien. No one will be eble to seve him from my spell, not the supposed gifted one, not the stupid witches from the witches' querters, nor the moon goddess herself. No one will stop me.


She held my stare briefly, before sighing. "I promise."

I walked to the door when Thea's voice sounded.

"Killian,"

I turned to her soft call.

"Thank you, I really mean it," she whispered.