The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Chapter 48 Forty-Eigh
Killian's point of view
I got on the horse, behind Sheila. I wrapped my arms stylishly around her, reaching out to the reins in her hands. I smiled at the
sparks that formed there. Sheila retracted her hands, folding them against her chest.
I sighed, tugging harder on the reins, navigating the horse out of the human village. Soon we were back in the woods. Instead of
following the main route that led back to the capital, I decided to go through a different route. The Fire Crest Pack could be
scattered around waiting for us, and I desperately hoped Morgan and the guys were safe.
We rode for hours, the bright burning of the sun lessened, slowly retiring for the day. I moved faster on the horse. We had to get
to shelter before the moon came up and darkness covered the earth.
After a few hours of riding, we reached a familiar cottage right outside the capital. The moon was already shining down on us,
and it would be dangerous to keep on riding. We would rest here for the night, and hopefully, before dawn, Ryker would be fully
healed and I would be able to send word to my brother.
We halted in front of the cottage. I jumped down from it. Sheila followed me after. I led the horse to the side of the cottage, tying
it firmly to the tree.
"Where are we?" Sheila's beautiful voice sounded as she cautiously scanned the surroundings, her hands rubbing the skin of her
arm to provide some warmth for herself as the cold air blew harshly to the east.
"Do not worry, this place is safe. It belongs to my pack, and no one knows about it." I informed her, walking to the front door.
"I am not worried," she bit out furiously.
I stopped in my tracks, turning to see her face under the moonlight. She was still angry, and it seemed like my mere presence
annoyed her. It was as if everything I did or said seemed to piss her off.

Her blue eyes were directed at me, glaring.
I pulled away first. It was better this way than to have her get madder than she already was.
I held onto the knob. It was rusty. I haven't been here in a long time. I grabbed a rock from the ground, smashing it against the
knob, and it broke to the ground.
I pushed it open, the smell of dust filling the air. I gazed back at Sheila, who was a safe distance away. "Hang on a minute."
I went inside. It was just a single old room with a pile of dust around it and webs.
I grabbed the sheets off the bed, dusting off some dust and getting rid of the webs.
Sheila sauntered closer to the entrance of the door. I managed to get rid of some dust and webs, making the place comfortable
for the night.
When I was done, I gestured her in.
While Sheila sat on the bed, I went out to get some wood to burn. I was back after a few minutes with some wood. Sheila was
curled up on the bed, asleep.
I made a small fire in the cottage, warming up the air. My eyes fell on the sleeping figure of my mate, curled so perfectly on the
bed. I couldn't help but move closer to the bed. I grabbed some woolen sheets and spread them over her body.
I sat on the bed, watching her asleep. She was beautiful. So beautiful that it caused my eyes to sting with tears. Even in her
sleepy state, I could see the angry folds of her brows and the dark circles around the skin of her eyes from way too much pain
and exhaustion.
"You are responsible for that, Killian." Ryker's voice accused loudly in my head. I nodded my head knowingly. I was indeed
responsible for that. But I didn't mean to hurt her. I just wanted to protect her.
"If that was true, you wouldn't have chosen Thea over her. You wouldn't have preferred to stay back with that woman instead of

accompanying our mate!" Ryker shot again, mercilessly. He was vexed and upset with me.
Hearing the stern truth from my wolf was like a stab in my chest.
My eyes glistened with tears that rolled freely from my eyes. I shut my eyes, bathing in the pain. My eyes pulled open, and
surprisingly, I found Sheila staring at me with hidden emotions in her eyes.
Without blinking away, I held her stare, and my hand fell on her warm one. My eyes furrowed and my lips parted. "I am so sorry
for hurting you." The words left my lips with all seriousness and sincerity.
Sheila's blue eyes widened gently, her eyes unmoving from mine.
"I shouldn't have treated you the way I have been doing, and believe me, I regret not following you instead. I should have gone
with you. You are my priority, Sheila, and will always be of importance to me." I said, calmly and slowly. I needed her to know. I
gave her soft hand a small squeeze before moving to the other side of the bed. I plopped down on it, shutting my eyes.
***
The night went extremely slow. I stirred gently on the bed. My eyes pulled open and I found Sheila's blue eyes on me.
She was lying next to me on the small bed, curled in her previous position, watching me tightly. My amber irises held her stare. It
didn't hold rage or annoyance. Whatever it was in those precious eyes of hers was soft and tender. She was slowly becoming a
master at masking her emotions.
I couldn't pull away from her stare. I just relished the pleasure of having her next to me. This was the first time we'd shared the
same room and existed calmly in the same space. I loved it and wanted to treasure it a little longer.
We remained fixed in our position, taking each other in. Then she stirred and moved closer to me. Sheila took me by surprise
when she leaned closer and her lips touched mine.
Oh, my goddess. I froze.

I was shocked when her hand pulled up to my face as she began to kiss me. Her lips moved softly on mine, and I found myself
kissing her back softly.
I leaned against the bed as Sheila positioned herself on top of me, her lips not breaking away from mine, and soon, her legs
were spread out to my sides, straddling me.
I moaned into the blissful kiss. My hands fell on her waist, but she held them, placing them back on the bed.
Sheila's blue eyes found mine. They twinkled with something I couldn't fathom. She leaned over my chest, so her face was so
close to mine. But instead of kissing my lips, she moved to my neck, sucking and nibbling at my skin.
I groaned in pleasure loudly, my hands piercing down on the bed. She trailed kisses up to my earlobe and then nibbled on it. She
pulled away, her hands loosening my shirt until my bare skin was in her view.
Her hands rested on my chest as she continued placing sensual kisses across my skin and down to my chest.
I threw my head back on the pillow, my eyes gazing up at the blank air as her assault on my body awoke things within me. I felt
my body warming up with need.
I knew exactly what she was doing to me. She was torturing me in the worst possible way, teasing me with her body. I couldn't
even hide my frustration and helplessness as her hands kept caressing her body, showing me that she was in control and this
was her show.
Sheila caressed every sculpted muscle on my torso with her light touch and tongue. She reached for my trousers and hesitated
before sending me a bold look. I held my breath. I could feel my heart already thumping in my chest. I fought for control as my
groin hardened against her soft body.
She attempted to unbuckle my trousers, but I caught her hand and held them firmly. I felt my body vibrate with so much pleasure.
I was dying to have her hands down there, but I knew I would not be able to hold back. I wanted her like crazy.
A small classic smile curled up teasingly on her lips, as she noticed my struggle and suffering. It gave her so much pleasure to
see me like this.

Slowly, Sheila pulled away from me. It took me all my self-control and more not to grab her back. I hated the sudden coldness
that filled my arms in her absence.
Sheila got out of bed and stood beside it. I returned her intense gaze.
Then her hands reached behind her back, and swiftly, the ropes binding her dress loosened. Her eyes never left mine, even as
she reached over to one of her shoulders, grabbed the sleeve of her dress, pushing it down slowly until it dropped, revealing one
arm and one of her delicate breasts. I leaned a little forward, unsure about what was happening.
My chest rose and fell rapidly as my eyes never left hers. Just like she did to her other sleeve, she pushed it down until her dress
was hovering around her hips and her glorious naked chest was exposed to me.
Sheila's round and perky breasts were on full display. Neither of us was smiling. The air had become too tense.
I gulped as my eyes roamed her chest hungrily before traveling back to her beautiful face. The air around us carried a distinct
charge of electricity. I could hear the loud beating of Sheila's heart, and mine drummed boldly in my ears.
With a swift push, her dress fell to the floor, and she stood naked before me.
Fuck. I couldn't hold back anymore.