The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

"Why do you care? Aren't you supposed to be with your lover? " I shot back, and I caught the smile that

slothfully strolled across his lips.

"I see someone woke up a little too feisty," He strolled closer to where I stood with my horse. "Jealousy

doesn't look good on you, 'mate' ."

I hated the way he always quoted that word.

"Jealous, as if!" I scoffed, taking a cautious step backward before I did something I would definitely

regret. "You give yourself way too much importance. Frankly, I don't give an actual fuck about you."

"Oh, really now," he said as he approached. The light breeze around now carries his manly scent and

musk.

"Go back to your lover now. I need to get back to — "

"Morgan?" His eyes flashed something I never thought I'd see in him. Jealousy. "Stay away from him,"

he sounded in a warning tone.

"Why? Is it because he's much better than you?" I folded my hands across my chest. I felt Killian's

amber irises dilate, falling to my chest. I followed his gaze to my chest, where my folded hands made

my breasts pop up.

I quickly removed my hands. Killian's eyes had already darkened. Emotions swirled up in his eyes, a

mixture of jealousy and primal lust.

He just stood there for a moment, taking me in, his eyes slowly scanning my body from head to toe.

Killian was in front of me. My body trembled under his hungry gaze. "These lips of yours will get you

into trouble." Killian's padded thumb brushed my lips seductively.

"You are driving me insane." His voice vibrated in a deep, throaty whisper.

He grabbed my waist with his hand, digging me into his chest, then his lips came down on mine.

My body shook uncontrollably at the emotions of having Killian's lips on mine. He backed me up

against a tree, his lips kissing me with a needy hunger like I was the very lifeline he needed, his own air

and life.

When I felt his erection pressed up against me, I gasped breathlessly. Killian used the opportunity to

stick his tongue down my throat, sucking and tasting me.

Killian's lips moved on mine without control, like a man who was hungry for me only. His breathing was

hard and rapid.

I couldn't keep up with him. I had to pull away from his kisses to allow myself some air. To my surprise,

Killian didn't stop there. His firm hands held my body, pinning me against the tree while my legs

wrapped around his waist.

He bent his head to my neck, his nose grazing my neck, leaving a trail of hot, feathery kisses as my

body vibrated against him. All sanity completely absconds from me. I gripped his shirt, subtle moans

protruding from my lips in an alien voice that I couldn't remember as mine.

"Fuck, love," I heard him murmur frustratedly against my neck, as a hot sensation burned in the pit of

my stomach, making me all warm and wet inside and needy for him.

Killian's hold on me tightened. I couldn't think clearly anymore. I abandoned that ship a long time ago. I

just needed Killian, only Killian. I wanted him, and I didn't care if he took me in right here and now. I

could bet he could smell my arousal already, and I didn't care. I felt like if he didn't touch me now, I

might just die.

His dark eyes, blinded with desire and need, scanned my face. His lustful gaze increased the wetness

between my legs. The ache down there was too much to bear. Before I knew it, his hands gripped both

of my breasts roughly, squeezing them, causing me to release several moans while I tugged on his

thick blonde hair.

I heard a selfish groan leave his lungs. Without warning, Killian's large hand gripped the top of my

dress, and in a flash, he pulled it down, leaving my bare chest exposed. His hungry eyes pounced on

my exposed breast. My body jolted in response to his hands caressing it.

"You're beautiful, Sheila." His words filtered into my ears as his lips nibbled on it briefly while his hands

kept on caressing my hard nipples.

Hearing my alien moans, Killian pulled his attention back to my breasts. He bent down, and his warm

mouth swallowed one of my nipples and began to suckle on it. I released a sensual cry, my body

trembling against his.

"Killian," I say breathlessly and in hushed tones. My hands on his hair were tightening, and I pushed his

head tighter against my breast.

Killian's pressure on my breast intensified. He gripped the other one, squeezing it and caressing its

hardened nipple. His tongue crossed over to it.

I moaned into his ears, rubbing my lower half against his hardened member.

This time he was the one that moaned, moaned my name in so much pleasure. "Sheila," his lips

leaving my breast and finding my lips again, while his hands kept squeezing my breasts when the cry

of a twig stepped upon broke the moment.

Killian instantly released a loud growl, furiously snapping his head in the direction where the noise

came from. It was Allen. My eyes rounded, and my cheeks colored up with embarrassment as I began

to fix my dress. Killian growled at Allen, covering me with his large body. "Get the fuck out of here!"

That growl should have frightened anyone, but Allen seemed more surprised and amused than

terrified.

With a sarcastic, 'Whatever you say' look, he went back along the path he came from.

Killian turned his gaze on me. I didn't want to, but now that my sanity seemed to have returned, I

pushed him away, but he barely budged.

The dark desires were still present in his eyes as his large thumb brushed against my lips as if

seducing me back into a blissful utopia.

"K-Killian stop!" My words were meant to escape, to have more control than the careless whisper they

seemed to have adopted. "Stop. Go back to your lover!"

At the mention of the last word, he froze, almost as if remembering something from the moment had

ripped away from him.

Like a dash of icy water had been poured on him, Killian pulled away from me. I couldn't stop the flash

of hurt that was eager to stalk my blue eyes. He saw it, the damned idiot saw it, but his cold gaze only

intensified.

I looked away before I cried stupidly in front of him, roving back to my horse.

"Don't wander too deep. The forest isn't safe," he said, heading in the direction where Allen

disappeared.

"Like you give a fuck about me," That was meant for my thoughts, but my lips ranted on, forcing Killian

to cast an expressionless stare my way before completely vanishing out of sight.

I was left there for a full minute, trying my hardest not to cry. I was about to jump on my horse when I

heard sharp movements against the tree.

It was the figure I had been following. A male, wearing black clothing.

I followed him. I couldn't see his face; it was covered with a piece of woolen fabric.

Before my eyes, he bent to pick up a bow and pulled an arrow from behind. His hands held a crossbow

and an arrow that had been fixed properly for a shot.

As I moved closer, he released the arrow in the bow, picking up another arrow that was on the ground.

Who the hell was he?

He wasn't dressed like any of the warriors or the pack members that came hunting.

Suddenly, an unknown fear kicked against my chest. Killian. Somehow I became terrified, carelessly

stepping on a twig, which sent the man's gaze my way.

Only his eyes were visible to me, but he seemed pissed, heading my way. I took cautious steps

backward, but before I could make a run, he gripped me, dropping his arrow and bow to the ground.

Instantly, I reached for the dagger in my boots, diving it into the man's stomach. He was bleeding from

his body, but unfortunately, my injury to him didn't do anything to him. Instead, it made him angrier. He

held me by the neck, as I held on to his clothes. It was then I saw the crescent mark on his wrist.

He wasn't an intruder, he belonged to our pack. He tossed me harshly against the ground. His nails

elongated as he lunged at me to kill.

Suddenly, a figure jumped out from the trees before my soon-to-be killer managed to reach me,

standing between my killer and myself. He had his face covered as well, but when he glanced my way,

his striking deep hazel eyes met mine.

I could never forget those gazes. It was the man from the Luna coronation. Kaiser Black. The one

Killian seemed to hate.

His eyes moved from mine to the other man, and he growled, seeming very pissed. Kaiser lunged at

the other man, and the man was tossed away, bleeding from his chest, but instead of charging at

Kaiser, he ran away.

Kaiser turned to me, about to reach for me, but suddenly the sounds of hasty steps approaching were

heard. He glanced my way, his eyes conflicted over whether to move towards me or run away.

With a glance and another frustrated growl, Kaiser scurried into the forest, leaving me rooted on the

ground.

Soon, Killian and some of the pack's members rushed from the trees into my view.

The skin on Killian's forehead trembled, confusedly, as his cold eyes glowered down at me in disbelief.

In no time, the pack's warriors surrounded me. My eyes shot around confusedly. The head warrior of

the pack, and Killian's best friend, Mason, ambled to me, as I forced my legs to stand.

He picked up the crossbow and arrow that the other man had dropped beside me. Mason's raging eyes

held mine deathly, before trailing to Killian.

"It's the same. She's the one that tried to murder the Alpha and Thea."

My eyes widened. I turned to find Killian's cold, undecipherable stare on me.

Fuck, this is bad.