The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Chapter 113

Sheila's point of view

I folded my arms against my chest as everyone's eyes were on me as if expecting me to make a decision. Were they being serious right now?

It was like they were asking me to choose between my family and Killian. No. I won't be a part of this. I refuse to be a part of this. I shook my head, taking a step back. "No. Don't drag me into this," I said, turning away.

Leonardo motioned forward to me, his large arms wrapped me around his body, and I could feel myself rolling my eyes. But it wasn't me. I looked in Killian's direction and his hooded eyes were on us.

"We need to talk, but not tonight," he said, placing a kiss on my forehead. "Take care, sister," he whispered before turning to an already fuming Kaiser who was not liking how things were going. "Let's go."

Kaiser shook his head, meeting my blue eyes. But before he spoke, I hugged him. Even if no one understood Kaiser's rage, I did. I knew Leonardo did too, but it wasn't the same.

Fourteen years ago, when Killian's father invaded the pack with the Dark Circle army, Kaiser and I were alone with mother and the warriors. What we experienced that night wasn't something that we could easily let go of. Killian's father killed our mother right before our eyes, as she was focused on saving me instead of herself.

If I hadn't forgotten my memories and I had grown up with my brothers, I knew I would have carried that rage as well, hating the Crescent North Pack. So, I couldn't reproach my family's hatred toward Killian's pack. But still, I couldn't blame Killian and the pack for what his father did to my family. They also had a share of their tragedy.

I watched both Leonardo and Kaiser retreat into the woods, before morphing into their wolves.

"Mason and the warriors have transported the prisoners from Lucius's pack already," Morgan said, pulling out of a mind link.

"And Devon?" I asked, and Killian's eyes turned to mine.

"Devon was here?" Killian asked and I nodded.

"Lucius sent me a message saying he had Devon and would have him killed if I didn't show up at the mountains," I explained.


"Don't worry, Devon is fine. We found him during the fight," Morgan said.

"We should head back to the pack," Killian finally said, leading us out of the woods to where a few of the pack warriors were waiting for us. I got on the horse, and Killian jumped on behind me. Most of the warriors were in their wolf forms as we headed back to our territory.

Killian and I barely exchanged a word on our way back to the pack. We arrived soon, and Valerie and the witches were still busy.

I walked into the castle, heading for my chamber when Killian called out to me. "We should talk," he said.

"Just a second, I need to shower and dress my wound," I pointed at the wound on my arm that hasn't begun healing.

"Fuck. I forgot," Killian almost smacked himself. "I will send Dr. Maggie over."

"There's no need," I said, "I will see you in a bit," I went to my chamber and closed the door behind me, taking several calming breaths.

I couldn't understand why my heart was racing so fast in my chest, and why I kept avoiding this conversation with Killian.

I sighed, coming to terms that I can't stall the inevitable forever. I stripped from my blood-stained dress, hurrying to the washing room for the quickest shower of my life. I wrapped a towel around my body and stalked out. I got dressed and motioned to Killian's chamber.

I pulled the door open without knocking. Killian was standing by the window, looking out into the midnight darkness, while the moon shimmers fell on his muscular body and beautiful face. He was not wearing a shirt, so I could see the outline of the inked wolf on his chest and back that covered his branded scars.

Killian's dark eyes moved from the window to the door, where I was standing. He leaned against the smooth wall as I ambled into the room, locking the door behind me.

Killian watched me as I walked slowly to where he was. I stopped near the bed, pressing down on it.

"Any word from Valerie?" I asked, filling the staking, unwelcoming silence.

Killian shook his head, "Not yet, they are still busy."

I nodded, leveling my blue eyes to his. We just stared at each other for the shortest second before Killian sighed deeply, brushing his palm on his face. "I don't even know what to say, or how to say it."

"Just say it as it is, Killian," I muttered honestly, removing my gaze from his. I just wanted it to be over. I didn't know what Killian was thinking. All I felt from him was the same emotions of rage, pain, and confusion. At Least it was a good thing he didn't hate me, yet.

"It's been a month, Sheila, a fucking month since the attack and you recovered your memories and remembered everything. Why didn't you just tell me?" He bit out frustratedly, I could see the hurt in his eyes.

"I am sorry, Killian, but what did you expect me to do? Don't you think I was dying to tell you the truth? But how could I, when at every chance you get, you speak against my family and make unruly accusations?" I said,

"Accusations? Come on, Sheila, you know it's the truth, I lost Karl all because of that stupid war Alpha Logan started," Killian moved from the wall, inching closer to the bed.

"And I lost my mother by your father's hands, while he forced Kaiser and me to watch," I shouted, I didn't mean to. I didn't want to, but I couldn't fight the pain that came from remembering my mother's death, and my eyes clouded with tears. "You lost your brother, and it was unfair, but I also lost my mother and father, and my entire life that night all because of your father," tears rolled from my eyes and I was up on my feet, moving around the room.

"Fuck, I am sorry," he walked closer to me, his large hand moving to wipe off the tears from my face. His amber eyes softened with something I hated to see in his depth.

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