The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Killian's point of view

I stirred on the bed, inhaling deeply. I was forced to push my eyes open as the sweet scent of my mate invaded my nostrils and heightened my senses.

I moaned into the softest brown hair that tickled my face. I had to choke back a laugh at the ravenous woman beside me and the manner in which her long natural curls were scattered on the bed. She was sleeping next to me, with a hand of hers on my chest, and her head next to mine. She was beautiful.

I couldn't help but take a few moments to relish the sweet feeling of having my mate back again in my arms. I took my sweet time scanning her flawless figure. Her perfect thick brows, her rosy cheeks, and her irresistible lips. I fought the urge to kiss her awake, she was sleeping peacefully and the dark circles around the skin of her eyes told me she hadn't been resting well.

She was still naked on the bed, with only the silk sheets, covering the lower half of her body while her exposed sight was making me hard already.

I closed my eyes, remembering the blissful moment not too long ago. I smiled at the way her body recognized and reacted to my touch and kisses, her sweet moans, and the manner in which her lips took my name out. I loved it. I wanted to experience it all again. It was a feeling that would never grow old, and I was incapable of having enough of her. Never.

I inhaled deeply, pulling my eyes open at the sound of Sheila's spiked heartbeat. Her heart was pounding hard, blasting in my ears. She was still sleeping, but the peacefulness that once covered her features was gone. Her face looked like she was having a terrible nightmare, one that frightened her.

"Sheila," I reached out to her, trying to pull her awake. But she wasn't waking up. Her body was vibrating intensely. I tried to get her awake but she wasn't responding, suddenly the dim torches glowing in the room began to burn out of control. The flames near the window torched the draperies and a bigger fire broke out.

Something was wrong with her. Whatever dream she was having was intensifying her emotions and was causing this. I held her in my arms, as her hold on me tightened. Sheila's claws extended, digging deep into my skin. I could feel crimson fluid rush down my body. But I didn't mind, my priority was to pull her awake.

I connected to her through our mate bond. "Sheila, pull out of this," I whispered through the mind link, also connecting to Adie, her wolf. "Wake up Sheila," I shook her gently, and her long lashes pushed apart. Sheila's eyes were glowing bright blue before their glow died and it became its electric tender blue, and her claws retracted.

I sighed in relief, I didn't even realize I had held my breath. Sheila's blue eyes enlarged as she frantically scanned the chamber and the fire that had almost consumed the corners, journeying to us.

She pulled apart from me, muttering a short chant, and in an instant, the fire in the chamber died off. Her affrighted blue eyes fell on her nails which were covered in my blood. Her heart rate spiked even more.

"It's alright," I spoke through the mind link, trying to calm her down.

Sheila's eyes welled up with tears. "I am sorry, Killian. I am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you—" she rushed on.

I pulled her in my arms, trying to soothe her. "Shh, Sheila don't," I didn't like to see her cry, much less because of something like this. But something was wrong. Her emotions were unsteady and all I could feel from her was fear and panic. I didn't know what had her like this but I knew a simple bad dream was incapable of terrifying my mate.

I waited till she had calmed down a little, her hands were around my neck and her face was buried in the crook of my neck.

"Love, tell me what happened. What dream did you have?" I asked her, and she pulled back to stare into my eyes.

I could see the tears that attempted to gather again, but she fought them off. "Oh Killian, I don't want to talk about it, please don't make me remember it," she said as a lone tear escaped her eyes.

"Shh, don't cry. Just forget about it. It's just a dream," I said, brushing away the tears that stained her cheeks with my padded thumb. "You are fine here,"

We remained fixed on the bed for a second, and Sheila stayed a few more minutes in my arms.

"I'm glad you are back," I whispered to her, sweeping back the natural curls of her soft hair.