The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Sheila's point of view

I groaned awake. My head was throbbing hard against my skull. I winced at the intense pain racing through my bones.

Slowly, my heavy lashes pulled apart and my eyes fluttered open.

I inhaled deeply, feeling so weak, I couldn't even move a muscle and the ache in my head grew worse.

I mustered all my strength, pushing myself up to a seating position. I groaned loudly, grabbing both sides of my head with my hands in a poor attempt to stop my head from exploding literally.

Gosh, my head hurts like hell. My whole body vibrated with pain, I placed my hand on my neck, feeling the stinging pain that was spreading from my neck.

I realized I was bleeding, it wasn't deep, but I still felt intense pain from there. What the hell happened to me? NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

I fought the dizziness that tempted me back to slumber. I tried to concentrate hard on my thoughts, trying to remember what had happened to me.

I sank deeper into my memories when instantly, broken pieces from my memories began to glue back together. I remember.

Fuck. I remembered everything. The message from Lucius, those stupid witches, and then I was shot with an arrow. But it was most definitely laced with something that had placed me in this weak state.

My eyes scanned around, and I realized I was on a bed. I kept fighting the dizziness, taking a look around and my eyes went around quickly and I panicked. This wasn't my chamber, neither was it Killian's or any other chamber in the Crescent North Pack, because I knew exactly where I was.

But it couldn't be. No, I couldn't possibly be back. My heart mounted a race and finally exploded when I heard a voice that I haven't heard in a long time and I didn't miss a bit. Lucius Callaso.

"Isn't it good to be back home, my child," I shut my eyes, my head tilting to the far end of the chamber, near the window.

I pulled my eyes open and they fell on the man I detested with my life. I couldn't hide the grimace that fell on my lips.

"Where's Devon?" I asked without mincing words, my vision getting clearer but the weakness remained.

"Is that any way to greet your father after a long time?" He said seriously, but there was a sneer in his voice, and his lips held a smirk that I wanted to kill off his face. And to the goddess, I will. I fucking will.

"Is this any way to treat your daughter that hasn't been home for a while, not forgetting the fact that I was forced here against my will?" I bit out through gritted teeth.

"Ah, I apologize. Those witches of mine can be quite incompetent. I will make sure I deal with them later on," he said, pretending to care for a second, before shutting his eyes closed as if remembering something. He opened his eyes, and the look on his face hardened. "I almost forgot, you killed every

one of them,"

"Clearly, not all of them," I said, remembering the bloody witch that shot the arrow at me. My eyes widened as realization hit me. "You were the one that sent that fucking bitch after Killian and I?"

His smirk deepened, as he pulled away from the wall, and landed graciously on the chair close to the window. "To be clear, I was only after that bastard, it was never in my plans to put you in harms way. It has always been my priority to keep you safe, so your true nature wouldn't be forced out, but that dumb witch made a costly mistake, inviting that pack to raid your idiot of a mate pack in an attempt to murder you,"

"That was why you came to Killian's pack the other day, to check if I had gotten my powers back, and when you didn't succeed that bitch informed you when I had fought her, using my magic," I said, my rage building up, giving me the strength to fight the weakness within me to access my magic and burn this bastard alive.

"That's correct, but let's not bore ourselves with such nonsense—"

I cut him off. "Yes, I totally agree with you. Let's talk about something else. Like how you robbed me off my memories and bound my powers, making me believe I was your fucking daughter" I shouted at him, trying to connect to Adie, but I couldn't. Something was wrong but I tried to keep my panic and distress hidden.

"Oh child, don't tell me you feel aggrieved?" He released a throaty chuckle. "You should be grateful to me, because of me you were spared from the hands of the Dark Circle. If I hadn't ambushed Nell that night, you would have been offered on a silver platter to the Dark Lord himself,"

"Don't tell me nonsense. You speak as though you did me a favor, you took me for a reason, why?" I asked,

"If only you turned out to be exactly how I wanted you to be, you could have been the one bringing that idiot to me,"

"That's just great. Once again, it all has to do with your greed. All you did was make my life a living hell. You even offered me to your worst enemy just so to punish me," I raked angrily.

"That was a mistake on my part. One I regretted soon enough. Who could have known that idiot will end up falling for you? You were supposed to be my ace card being his mate, my plan B just in case that bitch messed up, but you went ahead and ruined it all," I could discern the rage and the usual hatred from his voice.

"So because I interfered with Killian's life, I ruined your plan. Tell me Lucius, what does that bitch have to do with any of these?" I was curious to know, and deep down hoping I could get a clue as to who that woman was. Did I know her?

"I honestly can't believe you still haven't figured her out yet, well, that doesn't concern me," he spoke sharply in a hurry. Lucius stood up from his chair, "I am sorry my love but I have to go, the crescent moon is almost upon us, and I have so much to do,"

Oh, my goddess. I almost forgot tonight's crescent moon. If Killian and the pack are not able to break the curse before midnight they would be stuck in with the curse forever. No, I have to escape.

I tried to connect with Adie again but it was impossible. I was also unable to feel my magic. I felt absolutely nothing. The fear I had hidden rose to the surface as my eyes met Lucius.

"What did you do to me?" I tried pulling up from the bed, noticing the metal shackles confining my wrists to the bed.

He pressed his lips together, smiling darkly. "You didn't think that I would bring you here without taking caution. You were shot with something quite special made by the witches. There's no way you will be able to use your powers for a while, so just rest up while I prepare for that idiot that is on his way here to save you,"

Lucius motioned forward to me, grabbing my face in his hands, he placed a kiss on my forehead. "Rest well, love," he went to the door, before turning his eyes back on me. "I will send someone to bring some food for you," he left and locked it from outside.

I pulled out from the bed, ignoring the pain in my gut. I had to get out of here. My eyes fell on the darkness that was outside, the moon would be up any minute from now. I had to leave before Killian charged here with his warriors. Lucius was well prepared for them. I turned to the chains confining my wrists, I made several attempts to set myself free but it was next to impossible as the tiredness in my body kept dragging me down. Whatever they had shot me with was still in my blood. I had to fix that first.

Just then the door pulled open and a warrior dressed in one of the Pack's clothing came in with a tray of food and water. He placed it on the bed, and without saying anything to me, he left.

My eyes scrutinized the tray on the bed, there was nothing I could use to free myself, they had intentionally removed every sharp utensil from the tray.

I grabbed the metal plate, tossing away the content on the floor, I began to bend it, forming a sharp edge. I was done. My finger ran over the sharpness of the plate that could now pierce through anything.

I held it tightly to the spot where I had been shot, I took in several breaths, before piercing it to my neck, tearing it up. I didn't make the wound that deep, but wide enough to bleed out as much as I could, and hopefully, I would be able to bleed out what little I could of whatever had been shot at