The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Chapter 43 Forty Three

Third-person point of view

Killian huffed out some air. He looked around to find himself back in Sheila's chamber.

"Did it work?" Morgan drew closer to the bed.

As his eyes fell on Sheila's unconscious state, Killian felt her body, and it was not as cold as it was minutes ago. She was breathing normally now, and her heartbeat pounded against her chest at a normal speed.

A smile found his lips; she was back but still sleeping. Killian nodded.

One by one, the witches left Sheila's chamber, leaving just him, Morgan, and Valerie.

"She will soon be awake," Valerie's voice sounded, as she moved to the door.

Killian smiled. "Thank you."

Soon she left with Morgan, and Killian was alone with his mate. He couldn't leave her side yet, not until she wakes up.

***

He stirred on the bed, feeling movements beneath him. Killian opened his eyes. He didn't know when

he fell asleep or how long he had been out. The sudden darkness around him did well to inform him that it was twilight already.

Killian heard a light groan. His amber pair fell on Sheila's body, which was imprisoned in his arms. Her eyes pushed open lazily and fell on him.

Killian couldn't stop his smile from appearing on his lips. His fingers tucked back the strands of her brown hair behind her ears.

"Finally, you are awake," Killian said huskily.

Sheila's blue eyes stared at him unblinkingly before her eyes went around her room, then they met him again.

As if just remembering something, she pushed up from the bed. Killian leaned back a little to allow her to sit upright on the bed. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"The Stone…" Her words were cut short by the groaning that vibrated from her throat. She clutched her stomach immediately. Her action caused him to pull closer to her, placing a hand on her stomach while the other held her cheek.

"Relax, the witches managed to heal your wounds, but you still need some rest," Killian told her, caressing her cheek softly. Absentmindedly, she leaned into his touch.

"What about the stone?" She inquired softly.

"Safe. It's with the council already. The witches sent it to them," Killian leaned closer, his forehead touching hers. "For a second, you scared me," Killian confessed.

Sheila's eyes stared back at him, shocked. Before she could speak, his lips crashed against her lips, silencing her. Instinctively, she slid a hand to his neck, moaning. A hot sensation gathered in his groin, making him kiss her more deeply.

He pushed her thick brown hair back from her face, positioning himself firmly on her. With his fingers, he carefully tugged down the sleeves of her dress, and as eager as he was, they came falling down to her waist. Her breasts, enclosed in a lacy undergarment, were small, firm, and round, rising and falling with her every breath. He could see the dark circle of her nipples. Just looking at her cranked up his arousal another few notches.

The lacy fabric covering her breast was dragged away in an instant. Killian lowered his grip on her. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and felt her lurch beneath him. It took all his willpower not to tear off the rest of her dress, as his member hardened against her. He kissed her harder, bustling with energy, with hunger, and a need to give her as much pleasure as she deserved.

Then, as his hands reached between her thighs, Sheila gasped. So did he when he felt her softness, her dampness between her legs. He explored her with his fingers, causing another gasp to escape her lungs.

He removed his hand, spread her legs, and pressed his mouth against her lips. From there, he began placing a trail of kisses from her lips to her neck, then to her full breast that ached for his attention. Again, his lips devoured one, suckling, giving the other similar pleasure as he caressed it.

"Killian, Killian, I..." She moaned, gripping a handful of his head, digging him deeper into her chest, her

hips grinding hard against him, her legs weakening around his waist. He hoisted her up into his arms as she rocked her body against him.

She continued to move erotically on him, her hands moving so delicately on him, heat laced his spine and hips.

Killian ground himself into her. He thrust against her hips, feeling the pressure on his member. He kept on grinding it against her treasured spot.

Without cautious warning, the door pushed open. Sheila and Killian broke apart, their heads turning to the door to find Ria's reddened face on them.

Ria lowered her head quickly. "I'm sorry," she said, scurrying out of the room.

Killian's eyes fell on Sheila, she averted his face, fixing her dress. "I'm sorry," she stuttered, looking flushed.

"No," Killian drawled, a smile teasing his lips. "With what you just did, I can tell you are not sorry it happened."

Her face turned pink. "All right," she said, looking at him. "I am not sorry. I think—I mean, you should— it's better you leave now. "

Her stammering amused him, and her awkwardness melted him. "Whatever you say, mate," he said as he stepped away from her, a teasing smile on his lips before leaving her chambers. Ria was right in front of the door. She had her head down as Killian passed through.

Killian was almost in his chamber when Morgan hastened towards him. His bright emerald green eyes were dark. His face didn't look happy at all. Killian's heart pounded. What on earth could have happened now?

***

Killian jerked from the bed. It was early in the morning, and he had spent the night with Thea. He could barely get any sleep last night. Ryker wouldn't let him. Usually, when Killian was around Thea, Ryker disappears completely from the conversation, almost as if he likes to go into hiding whenever she's in the picture. But nowadays, it has become worse.

Killian grabbed his linen shirt from the rack, gazing out the window, thinking about his mate. Today, she will be attending her first meeting as the Luna of his pack, and he will be accompanying her. The idea made Killian smile, but it soon turned to a frown as he was reminded of the cause of his sleepless nights. The Dark Circle.

Even after the witches' tremendous effort to find the stone and send it over to the council, the Dark Circle still managed to get the remaining stones. Now they are in possession of all four phoenix stones that have tremendous power and are capable of making the impossible become possible. That was the main reason the phoenix stones were kept apart. Its power was out of this world and completely dangerous in the wrong hands, which in this case is the Dark Circle.

They were so desperate to have the phoenix stones, and now that it was in their hands, it scared him of what plans they have for those stones and their power. Whatever it is, it's definitely not good and will put everyone in complete danger.

Killian felt Thea's hands around his waist, sliding under his shirt, teasing him, seducing him back into

her bed.

"I can't stay long," Killian told her, but her assault on his body didn't stop.

"And why not?" Her hot breath settled on his skin.

"The Diamond Pack meeting, remember? It's today. Sheila and I have to be there," Killian said, in sheer honesty.

Her hands on his body stopped moving, and she retracted them immediately, releasing an angry sigh. It forced him to turn to face her.

Killian could feel the tension in the air.

Her black hair fell straightly around her face; her brown eyes held fury. One that matched the scowl on her face. She was dressed in a short dress that revealed her curves and perky breasts.

"Killian, so basically, you are saying you are leaving me to spend time with her?" Thea's hands were folded against her chest, as her soft, gentle voice tried to keep the rage evident. "Again," she made sure to put pressure on that last word.

Ryker stirred angrily at her words, but Killian shut him out.

"Thea," Killian called, watching her angry face. This was something new to him. Thea wasn't the jealous type. She was sweet and always understanding.

"Killian, seriously I don't want to hear it." She voiced, her eyes welling up with tears. Killian hated it

whenever she got hurt because of him.

"Ever since that woman came into the picture, you haven't given me much attention. But not once did I complain about anything, or the condescending manner in which she treats me. I tried to be understanding because I know you are the one hurting more in all of this, but now it feels like I'm slowly being discarded. That woman is always beside you." Tears rolled unstoppably from her eyes. It broke him to see her cry.

Killian approached her, and wrapped his arms around her, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

She was right, and he knew it. He has been spending too much time with Sheila, when in fact, Thea should be the one he spends more time with. He didn't want her to feel like she was slowly being discarded or that he was only with her because she was the only one who could break the curse.

"That's the truth, human!" Ryker sounded heartless, clearly pissed.

Killian ignored him. Even if that was the truth, Thea didn't deserve to feel this way.

"I will attend the meeting today with Sheila, and after that, you have my word, I will spend all of my time with you." Killian kissed her lips softly.

"No," she said, quickly shaking her head.

"No?" Killian asked, crippling my brows.

"Please, spend the day with me. Someone else can accompany her instead," Thea begged. "There was something in her eyes that made him churn. "Please, Killian. I rarely ask anything of you,"

Her words made him sigh. That was right. Thea never asked anything of him. Even when he found out she was the gifted one who needed to help us break the curse, she was more than happy to help him.

She deserved this. At least for once.