The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Chapter 45 Forty-Five

Killian's point of view

I couldn't understand why I felt so uneasy. My mind constantly kept going straight back to Sheila.

I made sure Mason went with her to ensure there wouldn't be any problems on the way. Mason was one of the best protectors in the pack, and I trusted him with my life. He was a loyal friend and wouldn't hesitate to give his life for me. And I expected that same loyalty towards Sheila.

I knew she would do just fine with the meeting at the Diamond pack. Sheila's one hell of a strong woman, and she has good leadership qualities. I was so proud of her.

I knew she was safe with both Mason and Brielle, but I couldn't stop the nagging of my wolf, Ryker. It was as though he sensed she was in danger. and wanted me next to her desperately.

I couldn't tell if he was serious or just wanted me away from Thea and next to my mate, Sheila.

I want the same right now. Fuck. I should have gone with her. Rage and annoyance began pumping through my veins as I realized bitterly that I didn't want to be here with Thea. It wasn't only Ryker this time; I, as well, preferred to be in the company of Sheila.

My hand clenched hard on the quill pen in my grip. I groaned internally, placing my other hand against my temple as my head throbbed. A string of curses threatened to escape my lips as Thea's voice kept filtering into my ears. For the first time, I hated the sound of her voice and her short chuckles. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Bloody hell.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

I dropped the pen in my hand on the journal I was working on, my amber eyes lazily falling on Thea, who was seated right opposite my chair in my office.

She has stuck by my side the whole of today. And now I am in dire need of some freedom. It wasn't her fault though, I had brought this upon myself.

I watched how her lips moved nonstop. I didn't even know what she was yapping about. I had stopped paying attention a long time ago. The only thought that occupied my mind was anything that had to do with my mate.

The restlessness of Ryker and me only increased with each fucking second that ticked by. Sheila was becoming a drug to me, one that I was slowly getting addicted to, and that threatened both my peace of mind and my fucking existence.

"Alpha," I heard faintly through the mind link. It was Brielle. Immediately, I leaned forward, alarmed. "Sheila is in danger." Her words sounded ragged through the mind link.

Fear quickly engulfed me, swallowing me whole. My heart hammered loudly against my chest as my brain tried to catch up with the emotions attacking me all at once.

I shot up from the chair. Thea followed my action and got up from her chair.

"What happened, Killian?"

My head pounded as my gaze swept over Thea without actually seeing her. All I could hear was Brielle's words repeating in my head over and over. I struggled to stay focused as I tried to trace their location from the mind link, clinging to the weak connection from Brielle as I tried to find where they were.

They were in the southern mountains. Fuck. It was far away from North Central. My fear quickly grew. There was no way I could get to them right on time. Even at my fastest, it'll take a few hours. There was no time to waste.

I hurried to the door when Thea grabbed my arm.

"I have to go," I said, pulling away from her.

"But you promised to spend the day with me." She reminded him, grabbing my arm once more.

I was running out of patience to the point that if she grabbed me one more time I could snap at her.

"I am sorry," I said hoarsely, rushing out of the office without a second thought.

"Killian," I heard her call behind me, but I ignored her. Sheila was in danger, and that was the only thing on my mind. I had to get to her and bring her to safety before I completely went fucking insane.

I mind-linked Morgan and Allen, informing them of the news. We had to get them immediately. I couldn't connect to Mason. I had a bad feeling, but I tried not to think much. I might die.

Immediately, the pack's warriors assembled in front of the castle, and they were told that Luna's life was in danger. I shared Sheila's current location with them, and they sprinted off.

I turned to Morgan. He was also in his wolf form. He was thinking exactly what I was thinking. There was no way we'd get to them in time, even with our wolves. But Valerie could.

"Hurry up to them, brother; not only Sheila but everyone is in danger," I said to him.

He nodded, and I watched him race off.

I rushed into the castle, heading to Valerie's spell room.

I reached in front of the door, but I couldn't get in. Only those with magic could get it to open, so I ended up calling out her name.

The door squeaked open. Valerie hurried to me, worriedly.

"I need to get to the southern mountains," I said to her, watching her confused gaze.

"Sheila is in danger. So, will you please help me? "

I sighed in relief when she didn't ask any further questions. She led me in and hastened to the table in the corner. Her hands were searching through the cluster of things.

She grabbed some items and hurried to my side.

"I haven't been there, so, I can't transport you exactly to the mountains, but I can send you somewhere

close," She said, and I nodded, not minding at all. I was familiar with this. Witches could only transport someone to locations that they are familiar with.

She drew a circle around me with her fingers in the air, and strange markings appeared on the floor.

"Ready?" she asked.

I nodded. She started chanting, her hands skillfully moving in the air. Soon Valerie's eyes began to glow a bright purple and I was surrounded by a strong wind.

Slowly, my surroundings became blurry and soon started changing.

I found myself in the middle of the woods. The surroundings were familiar, and I only had to head south to reach the southern mountains.

I gave Ryker full permission to share partial control with me. It would be faster to reach the mountains and find my mate if we were both in control. My eyes began to glow brightly, and my nails extended from the tips. I felt the ache in my teeth as my sharp canines lengthened at once.

"Let's find Sheila at once," I whispered under my breath to Ryker.

He growled, agreeing with a nod.

Immediately, I raced through the woods at my nonhuman speed. I continued running without taking a pause.

After running a long distance, I finally arrived at the southern mountains. The fight was still ongoing. I

jumped in on the ongoing fight between my warriors and wolves. They weren't rogues. They belonged to the Fire Crest Pack. An enemy pack outside the walls of North Central. Their territory was to the south.

They were vicious beasts that infiltrated the capital and foolishly came for my pack, hoping to conquer my territory. But at the end of the war, the Fire Crest Pack lost more than they bargained for, including the life of their alpha's brother. They had a strong grudge against me.

They must have found out that Sheila was my mate, and they attacked just to get to her.

I scanned around, but I couldn't find Sheila, Brielle, or Mason. I tried to link to Mason but it wasn't connecting.

Where in the bloody hell could he be at a time like this?

I had to know what situation Sheila was in.

No one knew where Sheila, Brielle, nor Mason were. I stuck my nose in the air, tracing Sheila's scent. It was faint, but I could work with it.

I followed her scent. It led me deeper into the mountains. My heart hammered as I noticed a trail of blood. It belonged to Sheila.

I raced faster. From afar, I saw several wolves gathering around Sheila. She was at the edge of a cliff, fighting.

I growled ragingly. The wolf's attention snapped to me, and Sheila's gaze momentarily traveled to me.

I leaped into the air, fighting off the wolves, landing right in front of Sheila. I tilted my head to get closer, my eyes scanning her. She didn't seem injured, but there was a small amount of blood on the side of her head.

I growled more. In a haste, Ryker and I pierced through the wolves that lunged at us, ensuring Sheila remained safe behind us. And I thought she was. Not until I heard the frightful cry that left her lips. It spelled more fucking danger.