The Alpha’s Curse: The Enemy Within
Chapter 18

Sheila's point of view

I stepped out of the castle into the morning sunrise, its warmth seeping into my body. I was with Brielle, waiting for Morgan before joining the others at the stable. Morgan joined us soon enough, and the three of us gaited to the stables.

Many of the pack members were already on their horses. My eyes scanned around and they fell on Killian. He was as usual with Thea, helping her on her horse. I wanted to look away before he caught me staring, but instantly, his perfect amber eyes met mine. Quickly, I looked away.

Honestly, I've been avoiding him, and so has he. But I have grown used to that, especially with Morgan's company. He's been literally a good friend to me. I wonder why Killian doesn't get along with him.

That doesn't surprise me though. Killian never gets along with anybody. The only person he ever seems to crack a smile around is that whore. Just at the thought of that, I felt a nagging pain in my head. I've gotten quite used to the pain already, and the medicine Ria gave me has been helpful; at least it releases the pain for some hours, but then the headaches and consistent whispers start again.

I moved to the horse that had been prepared for me, while Brielle went to her mate, Allen.

"You need some help?" I turned to Morgan as his voice reached my ears.

"I've got this." I jumped on my horse, and so did Morgan on his.

Most of the pack members had begun riding west, most of who were ranking old wolves of the pack. Killian and his lover were at a distance, riding as well, and I was with Morgan.

We were going hunting, heading west to the mountains, which were also part of Killian's territory. I was told this was a kind of tradition that had existed for the longest time in the pack.

"A penny for your thoughts," Morgan voiced beside me, his hair swaying in the air.

"I really don't know what I'm doing here; it's obvious I'm not needed around here," I voiced my thoughts.

Don't get me wrong, everyone has been incredulously nice to me, but that's just it. They held Thea delicately in high regard. I really don't know what I did to deserve this kind of fate.

"You are the Pack's Luna and my dumbass brother's mate." He said, ticking his brows. It made me laugh. Somehow, he always managed to do that. I've never seen anyone address the notorious and most feared Alpha with those kinds of words. But Morgan didn't care at all. and it's slowly rubbing off on me.

Last night, I could barely get enough sleep. Morgan stayed up with me all night, along with Brielle and Ria. We chatted for a while, while he continued training me since I'm basically not supposed to do anything in the castle. Killian's own words.

We had ridden far into the mountains, towards the forest. Some of the pack members had begun to hunt for some forest animals. Killian was with them, and of course, Thea, who just could not keep her hands to herself. She was doing it on purpose, to get me riled up, but I chose not to care. Something else engulfed my thoughts.

It came from the thick trees in the forest. I halted my horse, looking around. I couldn't see anything, but I could swear someone, somewhere was watching me. I kept moving, now looking for Morgan, who was with Allen when I noticed a ferocious shadow running through the trees.

I looked up ahead, to a far distant place where some hunting members were headed. There was no sign of Morgan, Allen, or Killian.

Something in me kicked in, and I navigated my horse, riding in the direction where the shadow skillfully raced through.

I knew I was being a little too reckless, but my chest tightened into a knot. I had a bad feeling.

I reached far into the direction I saw the shadow disappear. The tall trees formed canopies, impeding sunlight from properly peering down.

The sound of rustling trees drew my attention, so I rode in its direction. Jumping off my horse, silently, I followed through the narrowed path, and a figure came into my view.

Killian.

"What are you doing alone out here?" He asked, sharply.

"Why do you care? Aren't you supposed to be with your lover?" I shot back, and I caught the smile that slothfully strolled across his lips.

"I see someone woke up a little too feisty," He strolled closer to where I stood with my horse. "Jealousy doesn't look good on you, 'mate'."

I hated the way he always quoted that word.

"Jealous, as if!" I scoffed, taking a cautious step backward before I did something I would definitely regret. "You give yourself way too much importance. Frankly, I don't give an actual f**k about you."

"Oh, really now," he said as he approached. The light breeze around now carries his manly scent and musk.

"Go back to your lover now. I need to get back to - "

"Morgan?" His eyes flashed something I never thought I'd see in him. Jealousy. "Stay away from him," he sounded in a warning tone.

"Why? Is it because he's much better than you?" I folded my hands across my chest. I felt Killian's amber irises dilate, falling to my chest. I followed his gaze to my chest, where my folded hands made my breasts pop up.

I quickly removed my hands. Killian's eyes had already darkened. Emotions swirled up in his eyes, a mixture of jealousy and primal l**t.

He just stood there for a moment, taking me in, his eyes slowly scanning my body from head to toe.

Killian was in front of me. My body trembled under his hungry gaze. "These lips of yours will get you into trouble." Killian's padded thumb brushed my lips seductively.

"You are driving me insane." His voice vibrated in a deep, throaty whisper.

He grabbed my waist with his hand, digging me into his chest, then his lips came down on mine.

My body shook uncontrollably at the emotions of having Killian's lips on mine. He backed me up against a tree, his lips kissing me with a needy hunger like I was the very lifeline he needed, his own air and life.

When I felt his erection pressed up against me, I gasped breathlessly. Killian used the opportunity to stick his tongue down my throat, sucking and tasting me.

Killian's lips moved on mine without control, like a man who was hungry for me only. His breathing was hard and rapid.

I couldn't keep up with him. I had to pull away from his kisses to allow myself some air. To my surprise, Killian didn't stop there. His firm hands held my body, pinning me against the tree while my legs wrapped around his waist.

He bent his head to my neck, his nose grazing my neck, leaving a trail of hot, feathery kisses as my body vibrated against him. All sanity completely absconds from me. I gripped his shirt, subtle moans protrud ing from my lips in an alien voice that I couldn't remember as mine.

"F**k, love," I heard him murmur frustratedly against my neck, as a hot sensation burned in the pit of my stomach, making me all warm and wet inside and needy for him.

Killian's hold on me tightened. I couldn't think clearly anymore. I abandoned that ship a long time ago. I just needed Killian, only Killian. I wanted him, and I didn't care if he took me in right here and now. I could bet he could smell my arousal already, and I didn't care. I felt like if he didn't touch me now, I might just die.

His dark eyes, blinded with desire and need, scanned my face. His lustful gaze increased the wetness between my legs. The ache down there was too much to bear. Before I knew it, his hands gripped both of my breasts roughly, squeezing them, causing me to release several moans while I tugged on his thick blonde hair.

I heard a selfish groan leave his lungs. Without warning, Killian's large hand gripped the top of my dress, and in a flash, he pulled it down, leaving my bare chest exposed. His hungry eyes pounced on my exposed b****t. My body jolted in response to his hands caressing it.

"You're beautiful, Sheila." His words filtered into my ears as his lips nibbled on it briefly while his hands kept on caressing my hard nipples.

Hearing my alien moans, Killian pulled his attention back to my breasts. He bent down, and his warm mouth swallowed one of my nipples and began to suckle on it. I released a sensual cry, my body trembling against his.

"Killian," I say breathlessly and in hushed tones. My hands on his hair were tightening, and I pushed his head tighter against my b****t.

Killian's pressure on my breast intensified. He gripped the other one, squeezing it and caressing its hardened n****e. His tongue crossed over to it.

I moaned into his ears, rubbing my lower half against his hardened member.

This time he was the one that moaned, moaned my name in so much pleasure. "Sheila," his lips leaving my breast and replaceing my lips again, while his hands kept squeezing my breasts when the cry of a twig stepped upon broke the moment.

Killian instantly released a loud growl, furiously snapping his head in the direction where the noise came from. It was Allen. My eyes rounded, and my cheeks colored up with embarrassment as I began to fix my dress. Killian growled at Allen, covering me with his large body. "Get the f**k out of here!"

That growl should have frightened anyone, but Allen seemed more surprised and amused than terrified.

With a sarcastic, 'Whatever you say' look, he went back along the path he came from.

Killian turned his gaze on me. I didn't want to, but now that my sanity seemed to have returned, I pushed him away, but he barely budged.

The dark desires were still present in his eyes as his large thumb brushed against my lips as if seducing me back into a blissful utopia.

"K-Killian stop!" My words were meant to escape, to have more control than the careless whisper they seemed to have adopted. "Stop. Go back to your lover!"

At the mention of the last word, he froze, almost as if remembering something from the moment had ripped away from him.

Like a dash of icy water had been poured on him, Killian pulled away from me. I couldn't stop the flash of hurt that was eager to stalk my blue eyes. He saw it, the damned idiot saw it, but his cold gaze only intensified.

I looked away before I cried stupidly in front of him, roving back to my horse.

"Don't wander too deep. The forest isn't safe," he said, heading in the direction where Allen disappeared.

"Like you give a f**k about me," That was meant for my thoughts, but my lips ranted on, forcing Killian to cast an expressionless stare my way before completely vanishing out of sight.

I was left there for a full minute, trying my hardest not to cry. I was about to jump on my horse when I heard sharp movements against the tree.

It was the figure I had been following. A male, wearing black clothing.

I followed him. I couldn't see his face; it was covered with a piece of woolen fabric.

Before my eyes, he bent to pick up a bow and pulled an arrow from behind. His hands held a crossbow and an arrow that had been fixed properly for a shot.

As I moved closer, he released the arrow in the bow, picking up another arrow that was on the ground.

Who the hell was he?

He wasn't dressed like any of the warriors or the pack members that came hunting.

Suddenly, an unknown fear kicked against my chest. Killian. Somehow I became terrified, carelessly stepping on a twig, which sent the man's gaze my way.

Only his eyes were visible to me, but he seemed pissed, heading my way. I took cautious steps backward, but before I could make a run, he gripped me, dropping his arrow and bow to the ground. Instantly, I reached for the dagger in my boots, diving it into the man's stomach. He was bleeding from his body, but unfortunately, my injury to him didn't do anything to him. Instead, it made him angrier. He held me by the neck, as I held on to his clothes. It was then I saw the crescent mark on his wrist. He wasn't an intruder, he belonged to our pack. He tossed me harshly against the ground. His nails elongated as he lunged at me to kill.

Suddenly, a figure jumped out from the trees before my soon-to-be killer managed to reach me, standing between my killer and myself. He had his face covered as well, but when he glanced my way, his striking deep hazel eyes met mine. I could never forget those gazes. It was the man from the Luna coronation. Kaiser Black. The one Killian seemed to hate.

His eyes moved from mine to the other man, and he growled, seeming very pissed. Kaiser lunged at the other man, and the man was tossed away, bleeding from his chest, but instead of charging at Kaiser, he ran away.

Kaiser turned to me, about to reach for me, but suddenly the sounds of hasty steps approaching were heard. He glanced my way, his eyes conflicted over whether to move towards me or run away.

With a glance and another frustrated growl, Kaiser scurried into the forest, leaving me rooted on the ground.

Soon, Killian and some of the pack's members rushed from the trees into my view.

The skin on Killian's forehead trembled, confusedly, as his cold eyes glowered down at me in disbelief.

In no time, the pack's warriors surrounded me. My eyes shot around confusedly. The head warrior of the pack, and Killian's best friend, Mason, ambled to me, as I forced my legs to stand.

He picked up the crossbow and arrow that the other man had dropped beside me. Mason's raging eyes held mine deathly, before trailing to Killian.

"It's the same. She's the one that tried to murder the Alpha and Thea."

My eyes widened. I turned to replace Killian's cold, undecipherable stare on me.

F**k, this is bad.