The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

already healed." Morgan said. "Those fucking wolves of the Fire Crest Pack are still hunting for you

two."

I snarled instantly at that new information. "They are after Sheila. They want her dead."

Morgan also growled angrily. "What do we do now, brother?"

"I need some warriors. We are just outside the capital, and the Fire Crest warriors could be scattered

on the way to the capital." I muttered, squeezing my eyes, realizing we just might encounter another

fight on our way back home. "Where are you now?"

"We are heading back to North Central." Morgan's words made my eyes widen. "Don't blame me if we

were so fucking worried about the two of you to our bones that we kept searching relentlessly for you

guys." He added, in a sharp tone.

I shook my head. "Whatever, we are at the cottage."

"The same cottage?" Morgan asked, knowingly. I nodded.

"Hurry!" I added before disconnecting.

I started heading back to the cottage. I reached for the door and pulled it open. My eyes instantly fell on

Sheila.

She was awake, already out of bed, and getting dressed. Her head snapped my way when I stepped

in. Her blue eyes were bright as she held my gaze.

I moved closer to where she was struggling with the ropes at the back of her dress. I stood behind her,

my hands falling on hers as I gripped the rope, tugging it gently, my hands brushing against her back.

Sheila let out a gasp. I was quick to get the rope tied. My hands snaked around Sheila's waist, and she

pressed her back against mine.

I moaned. Sheila pulled her head to her side, giving me access to her neck. I dipped my lips in the

crook of her neck, kissing it gently. A sounding moan left our lungs. Slowly, I turned her around so I

could gaze at her beauty.

Sheila's hands were wrapped around my neck as her eyes bore right into my soul. "Good morning."

She whispered against my lips, as I stiffened into a groan. "How was your night?" She asked with

curious big eyes.

"The very best in my life." I was being truthful. A teasing smile sliced through her lips as she moved

closer to mine.

I felt the calm beating of her heart against mine, while mine was in complete uproar. She pulled me in

for a kiss. My hand became firm on her waist. I held her to deepen the kiss, but she pulled away,

leaving me breathless. I stared into her eyes, and they were dark with desire and lust. "You are mine,

Killian. Mine alone." Her words were calm, at the same time warningly and possessive. Her

possessiveness turned me on instantly.

I didn't know when I nodded in agreement, I was entirely hers alone.

With a smile, Sheila brought her lips to mine. I bit her lip gently, seeking permission. She parted, and

my tongue slid in, caressing every corner of her mouth, sucking in the taste of every bit of her flavor.

Our kiss was deepening. I could feel it almost heading somewhere. But we broke apart instantly,

panting when I heard a sharp noise coming from outside.

The look on Sheila's face told me she'd heard it as well.

"Stay here," I told her, before heading to the door.

I slowly pulled it open, moving quietly outside. There was no one in sight. Ryker and I shared control,

my claws sticking out. I felt the presence in the woods, behind the trees. Quickly, with my nonhuman

speed, I rushed there, my claws in mid-air, about to pierce into the figure no doubt there.

"Fudging hell, man. It's me! " A sharp voice sounded.

I squinted my eyes at Allen's slightly terrified and amused face.

"Relax, brother!" I turned to the voice on my right, finding Morgan in his human form a few feet away

from us, with Mason.

"That was fast," I said, as Ryker retreated to the back of my head and my claws dived back inside.

"I told you we were on the way," Morgan said. More of the pack warriors emerged from the woods.

Some were in human form, while others were in wolf form and shifted into human form, butt naked.

The door to the cottage jerked open, and Sheila stepped out. Her face suddenly turned red as she

scanned around. My eyes followed the trail of eyes to the warriors still naked.

"Get your fucking asses covered!" I growled angrily, sauntering over to Sheila, allowing my huge frame

to block her gaze. As soon as everyone had covered themselves, Morgan walked to us.

"I am glad you are alright." He smiled deeply, his arms sprawled apart, and he embraced Sheila.

I couldn't stop the possessive growls that escaped from my lungs. Fuck. I had no idea what was wrong

with me and why I was suddenly overly possessive of Sheila. Morgan sent me a quizzical stare, and

the warriors held confounded yet amused looks.

Just then, Brielle pushed her way through the warriors, her eyes breaking a smile as they fell on Sheila.

"Sheila!" She rushed to my mate's side.

Sheila moved past Morgan and hurried to Brielle. Their bodies met halfway, and they embraced.

I turned to everyone, "We should start heading back."

I helped Sheila on the horse, even though she didn't really need my help. The warriors shifted into their

wolves, and I was next to Sheila as we started heading for the North Central capital.

After covering a long distance, we reached the capital. We were on the alert for any trouble from the

Fire Crest Pack, but we became at ease when we approached our territory. Thankfully, the Fire Crest

Pack was not stupid enough to come for a fight in our territory.

We approached the castle. Many of the pack members and warriors crowded around. Their eyes held

relief to have everyone back safely.

Jax, Nate, and some warriors rushed me with hugs. They were all happy for Sheila's safe return as

well, but I was so glad none of them were stupid enough to try to hug my mate.

My thoughts were cut off by the sharp scream that came from the castle entrance.

"Killian!"

I snapped my head in that direction, and my eyes fell on Thea. She raced to me, slamming into my

arms. I felt my heartbeat spike up, and Ryker rose at the back of my mind. My eyes involuntarily

flashed on Sheila.

And the look on her face frightened me.