The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Sheila's point of view
I kept smiling at the members of the pack and everyone present at the celebration. I was standing at a corner in the grand hall,
wearing one of the silken dresses, tailored by Lady Elenore, who's rumoured by Brielle to be the finest clothier in all of North
Central. It had a high neck, and a small opening, showing off the valley of my chest. Killian had made a fuss about it, insisting it
was quite revealing but the girls came to my defence, and I particularly loved it, as well as the astounding wonders Brielle made
of my brown hair, tying it into a neat ponytail.
I was chatting with a few Lunas that had accompanied their mates to the party. It was a small feast, celebrating me and the pack,
as I have officially been linked to the pack, and hence I could mind-link every member of the pack because Killian and I have
marked each other.
Also, it was a small feast for the pack, celebrating their freedom from the crescent curse that has plagued them for years. We
were all happy. Every one of us. I was happy as well, but it would have been very lovely to have my brothers here with me. The
Black Blood Pack wasn't invited because both my brothers and Killian still can't stand each other, and besides, Leonardo and
Kaiser are being watched by the Council as they believe that they know my whereabouts.
I excused myself from the small circle, looking around for Killian. I had barely gotten past a conversation with him since the party
started. I scanned the hall once more, I could see almost everyone having fun and enjoying the party. So where was Killian?
I sneaked out of the hall, grabbing my dress as its long length swept through the floors. I tried to mind-link Killian, but I couldn't.
Odd. He had blocked himself from being mind-linked, even by me.
I went to his chamber, but I couldn't find him there, so I sauntered to his office. I held the knob and pulled it open gently. The
office was dark. The draperies were folded against each other, intentionally, to keep even the moon's bright glow out.
Killian was there, seated behind the table on his chair, and his face was buried in his palm. He didn't even lift his head until I
closed the door behind me, and my scent enveloped the room, was he only aware of my present.
Killian lifted his head, staring at me near the door. I couldn't see his face. I gave my fingers a little wave in the air, and the torches
in the office lit up with fire. Killian's face came into view as I moved closer to him.

"I couldn't find you at the party," I said, walking around the table, to his chair.
"I...er...had somethings to tend to urgently," Killian said, sweeping lost tendrils of his hair back.
"Is that so? I missed you," I said in the most tempting and seductive voice I could conjure, falling into Killian's lap.
He wrapped his arms around me. "And I missed you too," he said, pulling me closer, and changing the game. Usually, when I say
those words, Killian had naughty to say.
I don't say anything, and just wrap my hands around his neck, diving into his eyes. There was nothing there. No emotion there,
and I couldn't feel him because he had blocked his link.
My hands went to his silken hair and I leaned closer, kissing him. Killian responded to my kisses, until we pulled apart, panting.
His finger stroked the bottom of my lips, gently, before returning his lips to mine, kissing me again.
Something was off with Killian, I could sense it.
"We should get back to the party," I said, pecking his lips.
"I promise; I'll be right behind you. I just have to sort through some paper," Killian muttered to me.
I nodded nonetheless, "See you soon, Killian," I voiced, pulling up from his lap. I had a lot I wanted to speak to Killian about,
amongst it all was Thea's departure from the pack. Yesterday, I paid her a short visit and ordered the helpers to get her
belongings in order for tomorrow, as she will be finally leaving from here. But this wasn't the best time to speak to Killian about
that or any other thing.
I sauntered to the door, almost moving outside when I heard Killian call from behind.
I stopped, tilting my head to where he was seated behind the table. My blue eyes met his amber eyes.
"Sheila, I love you," He said thoughtfully, making my lips splinter with a smile.

"I know," I replied, leaving the office and joining the celebration.
It didn't take long before Killian made an appearance at the grand hall, he joined me in the company of some of the guests from
the neighboring packs and was by me throughout the party, but his thoughts were far away.
The celebration lasted till the peak of midnight. Killian and I only left the hall when almost half of the guests from other packs had
left, while some were staying over.
Killian pulled the door to his chamber open, and we gaited in with his hands around my waist. I removed my earnings, and
stripped out from my dress, donning one of Killian's robes on my body.
I went to the bed where he was sitting with only his pants. I pressed my body against him, plopping down on his lap.
"Alright, Killian, what's wrong?" I questioned, I couldn't keep on waiting for him to speak. It killed me to have no idea what was
wrong with him.
Killian shut the gate with his eyes closed, sighing deeply. When he opened his eyes, a smile covered his lips, but that didn't fool
me. The smile didn't even reach his eyes.
"It's nothing, love, I swear," he kissed the mark on my neck, so sensually that I moaned, changing from my position on his lap,
now straddling him.
Killian kept on assaulting my neck in the best way possible, but I stopped him before things got heated. He wasn't going to divert
my attention so easily.
"This isn't nothing, tell me what's going on," I poked harder.
"Don't stress yourself, it's Pack business and not important," he insisted, returning his lips to my body, leaving a feathery trail.

"Alright, tell me and we will work it out if it'll wipe off the gloom in your eyes. I hate it," I told him honestly.
Killian chuckled deeply, it was better than the faux smile he had held a while ago. His hands pulled me closer to his bare chest.
Killian's hands on my waist began to move on my body. One rested on my back and the other, rubbed on the flatness of my
stomach, caressing it gently.
"Sheila," his lips rolled my name out lovingly, and I fell into his bright round eyes. "I have been thinking, and," he paused,
inhaling. "How would you feel about having my pup?"
My brows shot up and my lips parted, gasping. "Killian, are you crazy?" I couldn't confine the smile that kept hounding my lips.
"Why would even ask that of course, I would be happy to have a child with you, not just one but as many as we want,"
Killian's smile deepened, reaching his eyes. It was genuine, but his amber irises held a certain kind of sadness at the same time.
"It would be lovely," he muttered, brushing his lips with mine. "Oh goddess, I would give anything Sheila to have you be the
mother of all my children," he said, releasing a bitter chuckle. "As many as we want,"
I pulled my hand to his cheek, caressing it softly. "Killian, you are worrying me,"
"I am sorry; I am just so confused. I don't know what to do," he said, not masking the pain, sadness, and confusion rooted in his
eyes.
"Fuck it, Killian, talk to me, tell me what's wrong," I moved on him, but he gripped my waist and pinned me on the bed.
"We will talk about it tomorrow," he said, kissing my lips. "But for now all I want is to make you feel wonders and give pleasure to
your body," he said to me.
"Promise?" I uttered, and Killian's brows furrowed.
"You know I make good on my words," he whispered in my ears, seducing me.

"Not that silly," I couldn't help but laugh. "You'll tell me what's wrong tomorrow?"
Killian hesitated a while, before moving his head in agreement. "I promise,"
He wrapped his arms around me, kissing me and I kissed him back. Even in the heat of the moment as our bodies were bare
against each other, somewhere deep in my chest, I couldn't shake off the fear in my heart.
I had a bad feeling about what Killian had to tell me, and suddenly, tomorrow terrified me.