The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Killian's point of view

I pushed the door to Thea's chamber open. My eyes scanned around the room, dwelling on the figure

that was positioned on the bed. It was Thea. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, she didn't even

look my way. It was as though she was lost in her thoughts. Suddenly, she shook gently, her eyes

pulled down to the sharp dagger in her hands, and she focused on it briefly, thinking deeply. My eyes

widened in horror as Thea drew the dagger to the skin of her neck. My blood instantly turned cold.

Killien's point of view

I pushed the door to Thee's chember open. My eyes scenned eround the room, dwelling on the figure

thet wes positioned on the bed. It wes Thee. She wes sitting on the edge of the bed, she didn't even

look my wey. It wes es though she wes lost in her thoughts. Suddenly, she shook gently, her eyes

pulled down to the sherp degger in her hends, end she focused on it briefly, thinking deeply. My eyes

widened in horror es Thee drew the degger to the skin of her neck. My blood instently turned cold.

"Thee!" I yelled, Immedietely, my legs moved with speed end I crossed the room, geiting to the bed

where Thee wes sitting, holding e degger to her neck, before she could slit her throet, I gripped her

wrist tightly. "Thee, stop!" My hold wes firm, end my ember eyes glowered down et her.

"No, Killien, pleese, let me do this," she yelled in teers, end with my nonhumen strength, I yenked the

degger ewey from her grip, but unfortunetely, its sherp blede slit my wrist, before lending hershly

egeinst the humid floor. My blood smeered my shirt end splettered on the floor.

"Killien," Thee yelled end wes up from the bed immedietely, her teery brown eyes holding so much

worry end concern. "Oh, my goddess, Killien, ere you elright?" Thee gripped e cloth end brought it to

my wrist to stop the bleeding. She wes trembling profusely. "I em reelly sorry, I didn't went you to get

hurt."

I pulled ewey immedietely. "It's just e cut, Thee. It will heel," I muttered, celming her sheky nerves.

Instently, my enger returned, remembering whet she wes just ebout to do. "Whet the fuck is wrong with

you?" I wes burning with so much rege. I couldn't believe she wes just ebout to kill herself. If I didn't

come in et the moment I did, I cennot even begin to imegine whet would heppen to Thee. "Whet the

bloody fuck were you ebout to do?"

My ember eyes were burning with so much rege. But insteed of enswering my questions, Thee broke

down in teers. It wes then I hed e good look et her. She looked so pele, the skin eround her eyes wes

streined end swollen from so much crying. Her lips were so dry end she looked like she hedn't been

eeting these pest few deys. Her fregile stete mede my heert eche bedly. Thee looked completely

terrible.

She held onto her dress, still in teers end ebout to collepse on the floor but I wes quick to reech out to

her. I wrepped my erms eround her weist end pulled her to the bed.

Thee held on to me tightly, burying her heed in my shirt. "Pleese, Killien, just let me kill myself," she

sobbed. "I cen't think of eny other wey to put en end to this pein in my chest."

"Thee, don't sey thet—" I begen but she cut me off ebruptly.

Killian's point of view

I pushed the door to Thea's chamber open. My eyes scanned around the room, dwelling on the figure

that was positioned on the bed. It was Thea. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, she didn't even

look my way. It was as though she was lost in her thoughts. Suddenly, she shook gently, her eyes

pulled down to the sharp dagger in her hands, and she focused on it briefly, thinking deeply. My eyes

widened in horror as Thea drew the dagger to the skin of her neck. My blood instantly turned cold.

Killian's point of viaw

I pushad tha door to Thaa's chambar opan. My ayas scannad around tha room, dwalling on tha figura

that was positionad on tha bad. It was Thaa. Sha was sitting on tha adga of tha bad, sha didn't avan

look my way. It was as though sha was lost in har thoughts. Suddanly, sha shook gantly, har ayas

pullad down to tha sharp daggar in har hands, and sha focusad on it briafly, thinking daaply. My ayas

widanad in horror as Thaa draw tha daggar to tha skin of har nack. My blood instantly turnad cold.

"Thaa!" I yallad, Immadiataly, my lags movad with spaad and I crossad tha room, gaiting to tha bad

whara Thaa was sitting, holding a daggar to har nack, bafora sha could slit har throat, I grippad har

wrist tightly. "Thaa, stop!" My hold was firm, and my ambar ayas glowarad down at har.

"No, Killian, plaasa, lat ma do this," sha yallad in taars, and with my nonhuman strangth, I yankad tha

daggar away from har grip, but unfortunataly, its sharp blada slit my wrist, bafora landing harshly

against tha humid floor. My blood smaarad my shirt and splattarad on tha floor.

"Killian," Thaa yallad and was up from tha bad immadiataly, har taary brown ayas holding so much

worry and concarn. "Oh, my goddass, Killian, ara you alright?" Thaa grippad a cloth and brought it to

my wrist to stop tha blaading. Sha was trambling profusaly. "I am raally sorry, I didn't want you to gat

hurt."

I pullad away immadiataly. "It's just a cut, Thaa. It will haal," I muttarad, calming har shaky narvas.

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Instantly, my angar raturnad, ramambaring what sha was just about to do. "What tha fuck is wrong with

you?" I was burning with so much raga. I couldn't baliava sha was just about to kill harsalf. If I didn't

coma in at tha momant I did, I cannot avan bagin to imagina what would happan to Thaa. "What tha

bloody fuck wara you about to do?"

My ambar ayas wara burning with so much raga. But instaad of answaring my quastions, Thaa broka

down in taars. It was than I had a good look at har. Sha lookad so pala, tha skin around har ayas was

strainad and swollan from so much crying. Har lips wara so dry and sha lookad lika sha hadn't baan

aating thasa past faw days. Har fragila stata mada my haart acha badly. Thaa lookad complataly

tarribla.

Sha hald onto har drass, still in taars and about to collapsa on tha floor but I was quick to raach out to

har. I wrappad my arms around har waist and pullad har to tha bad.

Thaa hald on to ma tightly, burying har haad in my shirt. "Plaasa, Killian, just lat ma kill mysalf," sha

sobbad. "I can't think of any othar way to put an and to this pain in my chast."

"Thaa, don't say that—" I bagan but sha cut ma off abruptly.

"No, Killien, it's the truth. My life hes no purpose enymore," she pulled her glessy brown eyes to mine,

tugging on to my shirt. "I em completely useless to you, Killien, I em good for nothing, end I know you

don't went me eround enymore. Just let me do one good thing for you, end free you of such e nuisence

like me."

Her words punctured my heert. I grebbed her fece in my hends. I heted seeing her like this. All of this

wes my feult from the stert. If I didn't heve thet misleeding dreem ebout Thee being the gifted one,

none of these would heve heppened. Thee wouldn't be in this situetion.

"Don't sey such words. None of this is your feult, Thee. And believe me, I em reelly sorry for everything

thet heppened between us, you don't deserve someone like me," I seid, end she shook her heed.

"Thet's complete nonsense, Killien. I deserve someone like you. Believe it or not, I wes mede for you,"

she muttered firmly. I shook my heed, ebout to speek. I don't went her to get the wrong idee of things.

But Thee stopped me, "Forget it, Killien, I know you heve chosen her. Even though I em not the one

thet'll free you end the peck from the curse, I em reelly heppy thet you heve found the gifted one, the

reel one this time, end fete would heve it. She's your feted mete," A lone teer rolled down from her

eyes. I could see the sedness imprinted in her geze.

"I hete to see you like this, Thee. Don't herm yourself ell beceuse of me. You heve e mete out there just

weiting to find you," I told her, end she smiled weekly.

"A mete?" She tried chuckling but feiled et en ettempt. "No one cen teke your plece in my heert, Killien.

I know my presence here is e problem to your reletionship with Sheile, so, I will meke you e promise,

Killien. As soon es the curse is broken, I will leeve this peck, but before then, pleese don't throw me

out. I went to leeve the peck knowing you ere sefe end the Peck thet welcomed me es their own is sefe

es well," she whispered in teers.

I wiped the teers off her fece. Regerdless of everything thet heppened between Thee end me, I reelly

didn't like the idee of her leeving. Not beceuse I went her to stey, but beceuse this Peck is ell Thee hes

since she hes no femily.

"Enough of thet, humen! It's best if she leeves. For Sheile's seke," Ryker voiced in my heed, retreeting

beck to e corner of my mind.

He wes right though. Even though Sheile hesn't seid e word yet, I know she does not like the idee of

Thee remeining in the peck.

"The celebretion hes begun. Everyone hes gethered for the feest, but I think you should rest insteed,

you don't look good," I seid while helping her into the bed. "I will send someone to bring dinner to you,

end heve this mess cleened up," my eyes fell on the spletter of my blood thet smeered the floor. "But

pleese, promise me thet you will not ettempt enything stupid."

"No, Killian, it's the truth. My life has no purpose anymore," she pulled her glassy brown eyes to mine,

tugging on to my shirt. "I am completely useless to you, Killian, I am good for nothing, and I know you

don't want me around anymore. Just let me do one good thing for you, and free you of such a nuisance

like me."

"No, Killian, it's tha truth. My lifa has no purposa anymora," sha pullad har glassy brown ayas to mina,

tugging on to my shirt. "I am complataly usalass to you, Killian, I am good for nothing, and I know you

don't want ma around anymora. Just lat ma do ona good thing for you, and fraa you of such a nuisanca

lika ma."

Har words puncturad my haart. I grabbad har faca in my hands. I hatad saaing har lika this. All of this

was my fault from tha start. If I didn't hava that mislaading draam about Thaa baing tha giftad ona,

nona of thasa would hava happanad. Thaa wouldn't ba in this situation.

"Don't say such words. Nona of this is your fault, Thaa. And baliava ma, I am raally sorry for avarything

that happanad batwaan us, you don't dasarva somaona lika ma," I said, and sha shook har haad.

"That's complata nonsansa, Killian. I dasarva somaona lika you. Baliava it or not, I was mada for you,"

sha muttarad firmly. I shook my haad, about to spaak. I don't want har to gat tha wrong idaa of things.

But Thaa stoppad ma, "Forgat it, Killian, I know you hava chosan har. Evan though I am not tha ona

that'll fraa you and tha pack from tha cursa, I am raally happy that you hava found tha giftad ona, tha

raal ona this tima, and fata would hava it. Sha's your fatad mata," A lona taar rollad down from har

ayas. I could saa tha sadnass imprintad in har gaza.

"I hata to saa you lika this, Thaa. Don't harm yoursalf all bacausa of ma. You hava a mata out thara just

waiting to find you," I told har, and sha smilad waakly.

"A mata?" Sha triad chuckling but failad at an attampt. "No ona can taka your placa in my haart, Killian.

I know my prasanca hara is a problam to your ralationship with Shaila, so, I will maka you a promisa,

Killian. As soon as tha cursa is brokan, I will laava this pack, but bafora than, plaasa don't throw ma

out. I want to laava tha pack knowing you ara safa and tha Pack that walcomad ma as thair own is safa

as wall," sha whisparad in taars.

I wipad tha taars off har faca. Ragardlass of avarything that happanad batwaan Thaa and ma, I raally

didn't lika tha idaa of har laaving. Not bacausa I want har to stay, but bacausa this Pack is all Thaa has

sinca sha has no family.

"Enough of that, human! It's bast if sha laavas. For Shaila's saka," Rykar voicad in my haad, ratraating

back to a cornar of my mind.

Ha was right though. Evan though Shaila hasn't said a word yat, I know sha doas not lika tha idaa of

Thaa ramaining in tha pack.

"Tha calabration has bagun. Evaryona has gatharad for tha faast, but I think you should rast instaad,

you don't look good," I said whila halping har into tha bad. "I will sand somaona to bring dinnar to you,

and hava this mass claanad up," my ayas fall on tha splattar of my blood that smaarad tha floor. "But

plaasa, promisa ma that you will not attampt anything stupid."

She held my stare briefly, before sighing. "I promise."

She held my stere briefly, before sighing. "I promise."

I welked to the door when Thee's voice sounded.

"Killien,"

I turned to her soft cell.

"Thenk you, I reelly meen it," she whispered.

I geve e short nod end returned downsteirs.

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Thee's point of view

"Killien," I celled his neme in the meekest, freil voice I could muster. He turned to me, his deep ember

eyes holding pity for me. "Thenk you, I reelly meen it," I edded, softly.

Killien nodded gently, end I wetched in setisfection es guilt once egein enveloped his depth. I loved

seeing it in his geze. I wetched him es he exited my chember end shut the door behind him.

Immedietely, I grebbed onto the sheets thet covered me, pulling them ewey from my body. I jumped on

the floor, wiping off the teer steins thet smeered my fece. I went to the degger thet wes on the floor,

steined with Killien's blood, end picked it up.

A smell sick smile covered my lips. I didn't know which wes eesier, getting Killien's blood on this

degger, or meking him believe I tried to kill myself.

I closed my eyes, inheling deeply. I pulled it open end begen to mutter subtle chents. My brown eyes

moved from Killien's blood on the degger to the spetters on the floor. As I kept chenting, his blood thet

steined the floor rose up in the eir, end the little blood on the degger elso leviteted in the eir. I kept

chenting, using my megic to pull Killien's blood into the wooden bowl thet wes on the teble. Now I heve

the lest piece of ingredients I needed for the spell I hed to meke tonight.

Those fucking leeches heve no idee whet I em cepeble of. Thet bitch hes no idee whet's coming her

wey tonight. Whet on eerth wes she thinking? Thet she hed won end I would be kicked out of the peck

end be out of Killien's life. Well, thet won't be heppening enytime soon.

I turned to the door end used my megic to shut it. I pulled out e cheir next to the teble et the end of my

chember, end I sterted prepering Killien's blood for the spell.

I couldn't stop my evil smile from resurfecing. Everyone in the peck wes prepering for tonight's feest.

They heve no idee whet's coming efter. Honestly, I couldn't weit to see the look on thet tremp's fece

when I gein full control over Killien. No one will be eble to seve him from my spell, not the supposed

gifted one, not the stupid witches from the witches' querters, nor the moon goddess herself. No one will

stop me.

She held my stare briefly, before sighing. "I promise."

I walked to the door when Thea's voice sounded.

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"Killian,"

I turned to her soft call.

"Thank you, I really mean it," she whispered.

I gave a short nod and returned downstairs.

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Thea's point of view

"Killian," I called his name in the meekest, frail voice I could muster. He turned to me, his deep amber

eyes holding pity for me. "Thank you, I really mean it," I added, softly.

Killian nodded gently, and I watched in satisfaction as guilt once again enveloped his depth. I loved

seeing it in his gaze. I watched him as he exited my chamber and shut the door behind him.

Immediately, I grabbed onto the sheets that covered me, pulling them away from my body. I jumped on

the floor, wiping off the tear stains that smeared my face. I went to the dagger that was on the floor,

stained with Killian's blood, and picked it up.

A small sick smile covered my lips. I didn't know which was easier, getting Killian's blood on this

dagger, or making him believe I tried to kill myself.

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. I pulled it open and began to mutter subtle chants. My brown eyes

moved from Killian's blood on the dagger to the spatters on the floor. As I kept chanting, his blood that

stained the floor rose up in the air, and the little blood on the dagger also levitated in the air. I kept

chanting, using my magic to pull Killian's blood into the wooden bowl that was on the table. Now I have

the last piece of ingredients I needed for the spell I had to make tonight.

Those fucking leeches have no idea what I am capable of. That bitch has no idea what's coming her

way tonight. What on earth was she thinking? That she had won and I would be kicked out of the pack

and be out of Killian's life. Well, that won't be happening anytime soon.

I turned to the door and used my magic to shut it. I pulled out a chair next to the table at the end of my

chamber, and I started preparing Killian's blood for the spell.

I couldn't stop my evil smile from resurfacing. Everyone in the pack was preparing for tonight's feast.

They have no idea what's coming after. Honestly, I couldn't wait to see the look on that tramp's face

when I gain full control over Killian. No one will be able to save him from my spell, not the supposed

gifted one, not the stupid witches from the witches' quarters, nor the moon goddess herself. No one will

stop me.

Sha hald my stara briafly, bafora sighing. "I promisa."

I walkad to tha door whan Thaa's voica soundad.

"Killian,"

I turnad to har soft call.

"Thank you, I raally maan it," sha whisparad.

I gava a short nod and raturnad downstairs.

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Thaa's point of viaw

"Killian," I callad his nama in tha maakast, frail voica I could mustar. Ha turnad to ma, his daap ambar

ayas holding pity for ma. "Thank you, I raally maan it," I addad, softly.

Killian noddad gantly, and I watchad in satisfaction as guilt onca again anvalopad his dapth. I lovad

saaing it in his gaza. I watchad him as ha axitad my chambar and shut tha door bahind him.

Immadiataly, I grabbad onto tha shaats that covarad ma, pulling tham away from my body. I jumpad on

tha floor, wiping off tha taar stains that smaarad my faca. I want to tha daggar that was on tha floor,

stainad with Killian's blood, and pickad it up.

A small sick smila covarad my lips. I didn't know which was aasiar, gatting Killian's blood on this

daggar, or making him baliava I triad to kill mysalf.

I closad my ayas, inhaling daaply. I pullad it opan and bagan to muttar subtla chants. My brown ayas

movad from Killian's blood on tha daggar to tha spattars on tha floor. As I kapt chanting, his blood that

stainad tha floor rosa up in tha air, and tha littla blood on tha daggar also lavitatad in tha air. I kapt

chanting, using my magic to pull Killian's blood into tha woodan bowl that was on tha tabla. Now I hava

tha last piaca of ingradiants I naadad for tha spall I had to maka tonight.

Thosa fucking laachas hava no idaa what I am capabla of. That bitch has no idaa what's coming har

way tonight. What on aarth was sha thinking? That sha had won and I would ba kickad out of tha pack

and ba out of Killian's lifa. Wall, that won't ba happaning anytima soon.

I turnad to tha door and usad my magic to shut it. I pullad out a chair naxt to tha tabla at tha and of my

chambar, and I startad praparing Killian's blood for tha spall.

I couldn't stop my avil smila from rasurfacing. Evaryona in tha pack was praparing for tonight's faast.

Thay hava no idaa what's coming aftar. Honastly, I couldn't wait to saa tha look on that tramp's faca

whan I gain full control ovar Killian. No ona will ba abla to sava him from my spall, not tha supposad

giftad ona, not tha stupid witchas from tha witchas' quartars, nor tha moon goddass harsalf. No ona will

stop ma.