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. 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.
****
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.
"Killian,"
I turned to her soft call.
"Thank you, I really mean it," she whispered.
I gave a short nod and returned downstairs.
****

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.
****
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.