The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

I halted right in front of Thea's chamber. I pulled my hands up in the air, instead of knocking. I grabbed the door handle but it was locked.

I sighed impatiently, removing the black bracelet that was on my wrist. And with only a whisper, I heard the clicking of the door. I returned the bracelet to my wrist, and slowly, I stepped into Thea's chamber.

My eyes scanned around the chamber but there was no sight of Thea, nor the splatter of Killian's blood on the floor. But from a far end, my eyes took in a small dagger that was on a table in a corner of the room. My brows furrowed as I stalked closer to the table, I was about to touch the dagger when Thea's voice sounded behind me.

"And look who we have here," her voice was so clear and her words so sharp, holding so much rage and irritation. I turned around and my blue eyes fell on hers, a small smile found my lips as I regarded her from her head to her toes.

I was right. This bitch was only putting up an act in front of Killian. She definitely didn't look like someone that has lost the will to live.

"My mate told me that you weren't doing fine, so, being your gracious and caring Luna, I decided to come and see you," I said, not moving from my spot.

Thea's lips spread more into a smirk as she folded her hands against her chest, "I bet you would love it if I had died, right?"

"Oh, yeah, Killian told me about the stunt you pulled, and hearing everything he said, I felt so sad,"

"Sad that you realized he still cared about me?" Thea mumbled with a smile.

"No, sad that you didn't have the courage to send that dagger straight into your heart," I said, watching the smile on her face fade so quickly and her brown eyes burn with rage. She retracted her hands from her chest, allowing a sick smile to appear again on her lips.

There was a short silence between us, and Thea was watching me. I could tell she was brewing some kind of insane thought in her head. Without saying a word, she walked to the door and locked it from the inside. Her brown eyes fell back on me.

"Guess what, gifted one, you just made a terrible mistake of coming here," her voice was cold and deathly. Far different from the usual one she normally uses.

I felt a bang in my chest. It wasn't out of fear but from a certain realization that there was more to Thea than anyone knew. I studied her quietly, pressing my lips together. "No, Thea, as a matter of fact, you have made a terrible mistake locking that door," I whispered with a smile. "It's just you and I, there's no Killian here to put an act for, so tell me, what do you want?"

Her brown eyes narrowed on me, shimmering with a dark glint. "Killian," she sounded. "Killian is all that I want," she added.

I could tell the words that left her lips were her truth. But I knew Thea didn't love Killian. It was fucking obvious from our last conversation in Killian's office the day the Fire Crest Pack attacked. She wanted something else from Killian. At first, I thought it was just power and my position that she has always wanted in the pack and Killian's life. But I am starting to doubt it all. Thea wanted something else, and it wasn't Killian's love.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Why are you so obsessed with Killian? He has found his mate, why don't you find yours?" I asked, and she chuckled lightly.

"It's my turn to ask some questions, gifted one," she said, taking cautious steps closer to me. "I have been thinking hard about something, and it's driving me fucking crazy. But still, I am curious, what is it that makes you so special that you cannot be harmed at all cost?"

The skin on my forehead was crippled in a frown at her words. Thea's eyes were looking at me intensely. What the hell was she saying?

"Try coming close to Killian again, and you might just find out, Thea," I told her, flatly.

"You crazy bitch," Thea pulled her hand in the air, about to strike me, but I gripped her hand, snatching the dagger on the table with my other hand.

I pushed her against the wall, holding the dagger to her throat. "I swear to the goddess, I am so tempted to send this dagger right into your chest. But I won't, at least not now, Thea. I want you to grab your things, leave Killian and this pack and go back to whatever deserted hole you crawled out from, or I swear to the moon goddess herself, I will kill you, and no one will be able to find your rotten corpse, not even Killian," I pushed the dagger to her skin, it's sharp blade tearing her flesh as warm blood rushed from her neck.

"You will be the one whose rotten corpse Killian would never find," she whispered, smirking. "You will see just what I am capable of, gifted one."

Thea's eyes flashed with darkness, and her lips curled up into a smile. She pulled her hands up immediately, cupping my face. Her gaze on me was so intense that for a second, I thought something was about to happen. But it didn't.

The smile on Thea's lips vanished as well, and the dark glint that blended with her brown gaze faded. She looked more shocked and confused than I was.

"What the hell!" She whispered to herself, cupping my face again. "Why won't it work?" She half-yelled, while I was totally dumbstruck by her actions. But I didn't remove the dagger from her neck.

Thea's eyes met mine. "What the fuck did you just do?" She yelled, about hitting me but I pressed the dagger to her throat, reminding her life was in my hands. I didn't want to kill her just yet, but I still didn't trust myself not to if I felt my life was in danger.

Thea yelled again but she stopped moving. There was a certain emotion in her gaze that confused me. Fear. This was the first time I had seen that in her. Why was she suddenly scared of me? She didn't even flinch when I pulled a dagger to her throat, so what changed so suddenly?

"This is my final warning, Thea. Leave this pack," I said, moving away from her. I tossed the dagger in my hand on the floor.

Thea's eyes on me never pulled away. It was as if she was staring at me, but wasn't staring at me. Like her thoughts were far away but her eyes were on me.

I dusted my dress neatly, turning for the door. I just wanted to get away from her and the lunacy that existed within the corner walls of Thea's chamber before I was infected.

I had reached the door when I felt movement behind me, before I could turn around the door pushed open, and my eyes fell on Morgan's. His eyes widened past me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to his body just in time to evade the dagger that was flying at me. Fuck.

I turned around to see Thea's eyes with rage, having one hand on her neck, trying to stop the blood from rushing out. I wanted to charge at her, but Morgan stopped me, and he spared one last glance at Thea before pulling me out.

"Relax, Sheila. Don't stoop to her level," he held me, calming me down.

I breathed in, relaxing my nerves.

"What were you doing in her chamber?" He asked, raising a brow.

"I went to talk to her," I said to him, noticing the manner in which his green eyes narrowed on me. "Fine, I went with the intent of murdering her."

Morgan only sighed but didn't say anything. Then my eyes narrowed on him, before glancing back at Thea's door. Why was Morgan here? What was he doing in Thea's chamber?

My eyes fell back on him, "What about you, Morgan? Why are you here?" I asked.

"I..Uhm …" he drawled, casting a glance at Thea's door down the hallway as if searching for the right words. "I also came to talk to her," he finally said. Before I could ask why, he sounded. "Killian told me she tried to kill herself, but I think that's another act of hers."

I sighed. "I think so too," Even Morgan could see right through Thea's deception, then why won't Killian?

"My brother is looking for you, we should join the celebration," Morgan said, and I nodded.

We went back to the party just in time as Killian was about to address the crowd. He was standing at the center of the grand hall and I went over to join him.

Killian leaned closer and pecked my lips before starting his speech, thanking everyone for organizing this feast for us. He raised his goblet to make a toast. "To the Crescent North Pack,"

Everyone raised their drinks, echoing the words as well. I turned to Killian, smiling. He pulled his drink to his lips, and before he could take a sip, the goblet slipped from his hand, sounding harshly against the floors, silencing all sounds and gaining everyone's attention.

To my horror, right before my eyes, Killian fell harshly against the floors, unconscious and his body drained of blood.

"Killian!"