The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Sheila's Point of View

Darkness covered us and the violent wind that had taken over the room grew more deadly and violent.

I was causing all of this but I couldn't stop it.

Valerie was by my side. "Sheila, you have to calm down, your unsteady emotions have control of you.”

"I am trying, but I can't, Valerie!" I yelled to her in the chaos. She gripped my hand and began chanting, but nothing seemed to be evading the darkness or putting an end to the chaos.

I could feel the tumult within me, and I knew just then that everything was about to get much worse. I held onto Valerie tightly, and just then, I felt something firm around my wrist. Suddenly, the whole chaos stopped. The darkness vanished and the air became calm once more.

My eyes fell on my wrist, and there was a black bead around my wrist. My gaze traveled from my wrist to the door where a figure stood.

I breathed in relief. "Lorenzo."

"Thank the heavens, you came at the right time, Lorenzo," Valerie muttered as she used her magic and returned her spell room back to order.

My eyes fell back on the black bead around my wrist. It was unusual, having strange symbols etched on each bead, and I couldn't feel the forced pumping in my veins anymore.

"What is this?" I asked him, curiously. "I can't feel anything."

"Don't worry, it's not harmful, it just restricts your magic and ensures something like this doesn't happen," Lorenzo explained, stalking closer to me in his black cloak.

My eyes widened at his words which clearly meant he knew I was also a witch.

Before I could speak, he smiled deeply. "Valerie told me everything. Be rest assured, your secret is safe with me."

I turned to Valerie and she nodded.

"Your emotions are unsteady, you need training to ensure something like this doesn't happen again," Valerie said.

I nodded, agreeing with her every word. I really needed to find a way to control the chaos within me.

"Lorenzo and I will be helping you with that," Valerie said, I nodded, taking another look at Lorenzo who was next to me. "You have to remember your magic is different, Sheila," Valerie's deep purple eyes landed on me. "It's the type people would kill for, and you, more than anyone, know how dangerous that is."

I didn't need anyone to tell me how much of a danger I am in. Even before my pack was attacked by Killian's father and the Dark Circle army, many dark creatures came for me. But I had my mother then, and now it all feels different.

"I know, Valerie."

"That bracelet will keep your magic restricted, but your magic will still be ever-present. Until you learn how to control your magic, try as much as possible not to use too much of your magic, it could lead enemies straight to us," she voiced gently.

"Fine, I will try my best not to," I said, brushing my thumb against one of the beads.

I was with Valerie and Lorenzo as they began to make preparations for tonight's ritual.

Soon, we all moved to the witches' quarters to finish the rest of the preparation.

After a while, it was already dusk. The witches were outside in the witches' courtyard, under the bright moonlight. Killian and some of the pack members were present for the ritual.

The witches took their positions around a burning flame. I was standing next to Lorenzo, while Killian was standing next to Valerie.

Valerie pulled out an athame blade, and she handed it to Killian. He held it with his left hand and pierced the sharp blade into his right palm. Blood began to flow from his hand, and it fell into the wooden bowl in Valerie's hands. As the cursed Alpha of the Crescent North Pack, his blood represented the entire pack.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Lorenzo pulled out another blade and handed it to me. I held it with my left hand and cut my right palm with it. My blood rushed down into the same bowl that contained Killian's blood.

Immediately, Gwen began chanting and the witches forming a circle around joined in as well.

Their loud chants rose up to the night sky as Valerie and Lorenzo began a different chant on the bowl that contained Killian's and my blood.

Soon, the air around us charged with the magic of all the witches as they were now connected as one. Even with the bracelet on, I could still feel the intensity of their magic. After a while, Valerie placed the bowl into the burning fire, her lips kept on moving nonstop. The instant the bowl containing our blood touched the fire, it began to burn wildly, showing shades of different colors.

The flames burned brightly, and everyone had to step back. The fire kept growing as it reached for the sky and suddenly, its flames died.

We were covered by darkness with only the moon's bright light that shimmered on us all.

I held my breath, as everyone lifted their heads to the sky. I pulled my gaze up to the clear and dark sky. There was nothing up there, only the full moon.

I was forced to pull my eyes away from the sky when I felt sparks from around my waist. I turned to my side to find Killian's arms around me. He placed a kiss on my lips and was about to say something when Lorenzo's voice sounded in the darkness.

"The crescent," he muttered, forcing my gaze back to the sky. My eyes rounded from their cage at the sight of the faint moon that appeared in the sky in the shape of a crescent.

Loud growls rose up in the sky, and sounds of laughter filled my ears. But I still felt so dazed to fully make out my emotions. I couldn't believe all this while, I was the gifted one. Killian's large thumb held my chin, slowly pulling my face to his, so I could see his deep amber gaze that held shock, disbelief, and elation.

Without uttering a word, his lips swallowed mine in a deep kiss. "I can't believe this," Killian muttered against my lips.

"Neither can I," I whispered, still in shock.

Valerie moved to us, her deep purple eyes held so much joy. "After all these years, we have finally found the gifted one, the real one this time," she said as another round of growls from the wolves filled the air. Even still, I couldn't believe that I was the gifted one.

I watched the witches perform the cleansing ritual again from afar. I tugged onto the hood of my red cloak that covered my hair and a little of my face.

Throughout the ritual, my eyes didn't peel away from that stupid tramp. I felt fury coursing through my veins, and my nails dug deeper into the tree trunk that I was hiding behind.

Soon, the ritual ended, and everyone's gaze pulled up to the sky. I also lifted my brown eyes to the night sky, and the crescent moon didn't appear up in the sky.

I couldn't hide the dark smile that slothfully cut through my lips. Before I could let my elation run deeper, loud growls and laughter filled the air.

"The crescent," I heard one of the witches say, immediately, my eyes shifted to the sky, and to my horror and surprise, a faint outline of the crescent moon appeared in the sky.

I froze. I felt my heart begin to pound louder and faster in my chest. This can't be.

What the bloody hell was this? This was unbelievable. All this while that bitch was the gifted one. The cursed Alpha's stupid mate was the one he had been searching for. She was the one that had always been in his dreams before I manipulated his dreams with my magic.

I held onto the tree tightly until my nails had successfully made a hole in it.

"She is the gifted one," I heard the voice of my lover draw close to me in the darkness. Swiftly, I felt his presence behind me. "What is our next plan?"

Honestly, for the first time, I do not know. Those stupid Alphas from the Black Blood Pack haven't reached out to me yet, and I am losing my patience.

My angry gaze settled back on that bitch and that stupid Alpha. I hated the happiness that was rooted in his gaze. I knew too well, it was only a matter of time before he kicks me out of his pack because I am now completely useless to him.

But I will never let that happen.

That stupid Alpha will never be able to get rid of me that easily, until my revenge is complete and I make sure he suffers for the rest of his miserable life.

Whatever the case may be, I will make sure the stupid Alpha and his pack never free themselves of the crescent curse that my father placed on him.

With everything Killian Reid has done, death itself was too modest for him.

4o