The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Sheila's point of view
I curled my right hand into a ball, feeling the scar on my palm. It reminded me of my rage, and everything I had lost, and the only
emotion that filled my mind was hate, rage, and a maddening drive for revenge.
My gaze softened as I felt my mate's comforting presence inside the corner walls of my mind, reminding me he would be there
for me, always.
"Meeting adjourned," his voice filled the air, commandingly, and immediately, everyone was up from their seats, leaving the
Dragon's court until it remained just my mate and me.
He pulled up from his chair, stalking to where I was seated.
"It enrages me to see you in so much pain, love," his large hand caressed my cheek. It was cold as usual but I couldn't help but
lean into it.
My eyes fell on his flawless, and uniquely pale face. Vladimir was of mixed blood, being both a vampire and a wolf. He was one
of the old wolves that magically transitioned into a vampire.
"I hate it too. But what do I do with this anger I feel? Remember, Vlad, I lost everything because of those imbeciles, and I wait
patiently for the day I will make everyone pay," I said and he pulled closer to me, engulfing me in his arms.
"Remember, you have me. And you will always have me," he said, kissing me.
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