The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

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Sheila's point of view

I was completely speechless. My eyes went from Killian back to the figure standing in front of the cottage door.

"Devon?" I called in a whisper. This was impossible. He was supposed to be dead. The sentence had been handed down by Killian and the court.

What the hell was this?

My lips broke into a surprised smile. I couldn't hide the elation that was rooted in my gaze. I kicked my legs in motion, rushing to Devon. As soon as I was next to him, I sprawled my hands around him, embracing him.

He groaned, placing a hand on his ribs. "Easy there. I am still healing." He muttered, jokingly.

"How? I thought you were... " I couldn't even bring myself to say the word. I actually didn't expect to see him again, well and alive.

"Dead?" Devon completed it when I struggled with the word.

I nodded my head to him.

"Frankly, I thought I would be. Allen and two other warriors brought me here. They told me that I'd be

safe here, and the Alpha ordered it." Devon said, his eyes moving past me to Killian.

I swerved around. My blue eyes were now on Killian. He was basking under the moon's light, his arms crossed on his chest, as he kept watching us.

"He saved me," Devon said beside me, bringing my attention back to him.

I could feel my eyes glisten with tears. I wrapped my hands around him again, embracing him tightly.

But it didn't last long as I heard Killian clear his throat from behind us. Devon cautiously pulled away from me. But I didn't even glance Killian's way.

"What are you going to do now?" I asked him, knowing full well that my father would still be after him.

"He has to leave North Central immediately. Everyone in the pack thinks he's dead. He will be going west. I have some friends there that would take him in; at least he won't be a rogue." Killian sounded from behind.

I turned to Killian, listening to him. I couldn't quell the euphoria threatening to explode within me at Killian's words.

"Yeah, I think it would be best if I left North Central. There's literally nothing here for me." Devon spoke up.

"Take care," I whispered to him, embracing him once more, ignoring the subtle growls vibrating from Killian.

"Thank you, Sheila." He said as we pulled apart.

I shook my head. Frankly, he shouldn't be thanking me. "There is nothing for you to thank me for. I did nothing to help. My vote couldn't even save you."

"I was supposed to be executed tonight, but I am still alive, aren't I? And I am sure you had something to do with my freedom." Devon said, looking at Killian thankfully, before walking away. "Take care."

I couldn't stop the tears that fell slowly from my eyes as I watched him move deeper into the woods.

I felt Killian's warm presence behind me. "Ahem." He clears his throat behind me again, causing me to turn to him.

I couldn't quite see his face through my teary eyes. Before I could wipe my eyes, I felt Killian's large hand on my face, his thumb brushing away the tears on my cheeks, up to my eyes.

When he was done. I pulled away, taking a step back to evade Killian's enticing musky scent. "Why? Why did you help him?"

As lame as it may sound, I was curious. Obviously, Killian didn't give a damn about Devon. In fact, he made it clear to me that he hated him. So why did he save him? Curiosity was killing me. even though a part of me was hoping he did it for me. Another part, a far greater part, doubted it.

Killian took a step closer to me, which made me take two more steps backward. I needed answers, and having this man so close to me was dangerous. It was very dangerous as I kept fighting against the urge to pull him in for a kiss.

"Answer me," I said, trying to keep my true emotions out of my voice. Killian still didn't say a word. His eyes were deep and somewhat intense. As he neared me, I took a step backward without realizing I had already stepped into the cottage. Killian moved inside, gently closing the door behind him.

I could now see his face clearly, as the cottage was illuminated with burning torches that made the inside warm. "Tell me, Killian, why did you save him?"

"Just because," he muttered.

I creased my brows, retreating back as he kept moving closer to me. "Just because?"

"Isn't it obvious, Sheila?" He spoke softly, moving closer to me. As I tried to move backward, my back stopped against the wall, and Killian was now before me, both of his hands resting on the wall behind me while imprisoning me in his arms. "I did it for you, Sheila. Frankly, I don't give a fuck about your friend. But you wanted him spared, and so I spared him."

I felt a swell in my chest at Killian's words, which just couldn't stop echoing in my ears. He did it for me. All for me.

I really wanted to hide the smile so eager to surface on my lips, but I couldn't. I felt so happy that I wanted him to know. I pressed my lips together. "Thank you," I said softly, as Killian leaned closer to me, his brows crippling.

"Thank you?" He asked, confusing me more. "That's it?" He said, smiling.

His smile was so beautiful. This was the first time I saw Killian smile, at least when around me.

"Sheila, I had to lie to my pack for you. It wasn't easy bossing around the warriors just so Devon would leave the pack unnoticed. How easy do you think it is to fake someone's death?" He asked, whispering.

I could taste his sweet breath on my tongue. I was fighting the urge to moan as Killian's body pressed hard against mine.

"So, what do you want from me?" I asked, lifting my head a little so our noses could touch.

Killian's clear amber eyes turned dark quickly. He withdrew his hand from the wall and it fell on both sides of my waist.

"For starters, a kiss would suffice." He whispered across my lips, naughtily. His words caused my lips to stretch in a smile. I snaked my hands around his neck, allowing my fingers to get into his hair. His blonde locks were so soft and silky.

"I guess you do deserve a reward," I said softly, before crashing my lips against his soft ones.

Killian kissed me back softly, his hands moving on my waist, bringing me deeper into his body. Soon, I pulled away. Killian was panting heavily. His eyes were completely dark with lust and desire.

"Sheila," he groaned, against my lips. His fingers moved to my face, brushing back the locks of my brown hair behind my ears.

His lips began to assault my face, placing sweet kisses on my face, trailing down to my neck. He stopped in the crook of my neck, sucking on my neck. I tugged on his hair, moaning at the wonders he

was doing to my neck. It was making my body hot. I was burned with intense emotions. I could feel myself turning on.

My hands slipped down to Killian's chest, bringing his lips to mine. But I wasn't satisfied. I wanted more. I pushed him to the bed. I wanted nothing more right now than to feel his hands on me. To feel him inside of me.

Killian was on the bed staring at me teasingly with dark and lustful eyes. I climbed up on him. His hands were on my sides, walking up to my breast. Slowly, his hands found their way to the ropes binding my cloak around me. He pulled it off of me. I brought my lips to him and kissed him with so much passion.

I backed away just a little, bringing my lips to his neck where I placed sweet, torturous kisses just as he did to me.

Then I moved away from him and removed the leather jacket he had on. After that, I went for his shirt, pulling it over his head. I pushed him deeper onto the bed so that he fell on his elbow. My hands found their way to his trousers, and I began to unbutton them. I pulled it down, leaving just his underpants.

Killian's eyes were dark, watching me closely as I went for his underpants and pulled them down. His eyes widened, but he didn't move nor utter a single word. He pressed down on the bed, feeling my heated eyes trail up from his lustful gaze to his huge member that was already begging and craving my touch.

A small, naughty smile found my lips.

"I will show you just how grateful I am, mate," I whispered so sensually that it earned me a moan from Killian.