The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Chapter 122

Sheila's point of view

I released a small whooshing of air from my lungs as Leonardo's words rang in my ears and made a crack in my chest, allowing so much pain in my soul.

When the truth was summed up in those words, I realized it wasn't anything. I shut my eyes closed, and still, those treacherous tears managed to sneak past the jammed gate of my eyes, rolling down my cheeks.

"You heard," I said in a careless whisper, knowing his spies at Killian's pack must have known as well. It wouldn't take long before the whole Capital learns of this as well.

"I keep my men there to know everything that has to do with my sister," his voice became low and soft. "That bastard is having a pup with his lover, is that okay with you?"

No. I hated it. I wanted to murder both that bitch and Killian. I wanted to do everything to vent the pain I felt. But I knew Killian also felt the same pain, we were mates after all.

I was up from the chair, ambling to the tall window, my hands hugged my arms tightly.

"What do you want, Sheila? Just say it and I swear I would have both Killian's and that bitch’s head before you—" Leonardo was cut off instantly by Denise.

"Enough, Leo. It's her mate you are talking about," Denise rose to my defense.

I couldn't bear to see Killian hurt. But just the thought of having Thea dead gave me a terrifying satisfaction. I should have killed her a long time ago when I had the chance.

I felt Leonardo's presence behind me. "I apologize for my words. I just hate to see those gazes of yours in pain."

The tears that gathered in my eyes rushed for freedom, as Leonardo's arms covered me and I broke more into tears.

"I hate that bastard, but I care more about you. And I always will. Take your time and make your decision. You could stay here, no one recklessly wanders on this floor," he said. And that was exactly what I needed. Time to think.

I could barely eat a mussel at dinner, and after I was done, Denise showed me around. And after many years, I took the opportunity to visit my mother and father's chamber. It looked the same. My brothers hadn't changed anything at all. I could still feel their warmth and scent.

I walked out of the chamber, and Denise showed me to my chamber. It was the same for fourteen years, it was the one I made use of when I was a child before the goddess decided to curse me for eternity.

As soon as I was left alone, I crawled under the covers, staring at the window, lost in deep thoughts. I had no idea when I fell asleep. But I woke up to a sweet tingling feeling. So alien, and it made my body feel differently.

***

I stirred on the bed, placing my hand on the large hand that covered my waist. I felt hot flaming kisses at the crook of my neck. It gave me a different feel from the one I was accustomed to, somewhat addictive, and I found myself flinging my head backward, moaning.

I turned on the bed, and immediately, my lips were engulfed by his and my body responded to his. I kissed him back as roughly as he did, feeling an unfamiliar feeling in my chest. His lips left mine and began kissing my neck down to my chest, while my hands worked on his body, caressing every muscle of his. He kept on the assault on my body until abruptly my eyes fluttered on the tall mirror near the bed.

My eyes went round, enlarging as I saw my reflection in the mirror staring back at me. It was me but at the same time, it wasn't me. She looked like me and had my appearance, but those depths of hers were covered by frightening darkness.


I jerked on the bed, and my eyes fell on the man before me. It wasn't Killian. I felt my heart beat faster in my ears, as his piercing golden eyes regarded me amusingly. They were terrifying.

I attempted to leave the bed, but his strong arms confined me, pinning me down on the bed. "Not too fast, little witch, you are mine," he muttered with a sickening, devilish smirk.

I wrestled against his strength, and just then, I noticed the black-inked symbol that covered a portion of his chest. And I froze. I recognized the symbol, even Killian's father, Nell Reid had one engraved on his wrist that night. It was a dragon symbol of the Dark Circle.

My eyes went up to meet him, studying me with so much fascination. They were bold, and somehow I knew who he was. He was the Dark Lord himself, the one after my life.

My eyes widened the more as I screamed, jerking up from the bed, and instantly my eyes fell on the shadow of someone leaning against the wall. My screaming intensified, causing the fire to break out uncontrollably around my chamber using my magic.

The figure hurried to me, despite the fire that had begun to burn profusely, and its bright flame illuminated him perfectly.

My eyes narrowed, and I killed the blazing flames instantly before he got hurt. "Damn it, Kaiser. Don't fucking scare me like that," I screamed, feeling the beads of sweat on my forehead and neck.

"Are you alright?" He spoke hastily. I brushed back the locks of hair that carelessly stuck to my face.

I nodded, hearing Kaiser exhale in relief.

"Did you have a bad dream?" My eyes met Kaiser's deep hazel at his question and I nodded again.

I glanced around the chamber, and my eyes fell on the tall mirror near the bed, remembering what seemed like a dream seconds ago, but somehow, I was convinced it wasn't.

It felt like it was a dream, but at the same time felt so real, almost as if he was here, the Dark Lord. It was him, I didn't know how I knew, but strangely it was as if I recognized him.













































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