The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

My amber orbs gleamed a dangerous shade of red, my vision glowed red as well. I made full use of my wolf's side, plucking out the heads of Lucius's rogues and witches that attacked. My sharp elongated nails dripped with their disgusting thick crimson blood.

I pulled out the heart of an idiotic rogue coming at me, my eyes flickered to Allen and Jax in a fight with rogues as well.

My claws were dripping wet. I glanced around as my army fought against Lucius's army. It was already dead in the night, and the foul odor of blood and stench of death mixed with the midnight air.

We've been fighting for quite some time but so far, there's been no sign of Lucius. I tried mind-linking Sheila, but it was not connecting. I was getting worried. I left in search of her. I knew she had to be at the witches' quarters, fighting alongside the witches, at least, that way, she would be able to use her magic.

I was racing through the woods, my body and bare chest smeared with blood. I was almost at the quarters when I felt and heard the fast movements against the trees, it caused me to halt instantly. And immediately, I had a hunch who it could be. Lucius.

I was sharing partial control with Ryker, my inner wolf eyes scanned the surroundings, and I noticed two shadows against the trees in the darkness.

"Come on, Lucius, the least you could do is face me, bastard!" I yelled into the darkness, and I heard a few sounds from behind.

I swirled around and it fell on the bastard I'd been wanting to see. But he wasn't alone. He had company. It was a woman, and from the manner she was dressed, I reckon she was a bloody witch.

I walked deeper into the large meadow with the moon dancing from its tall tower. The woman in a black cloak took a few steps forward as well, prepared to fight. And I was prepared as well with my claws out.

I had to get past her to get to the imbecile smirking delightfully behind her. The woman moved so fast and speedily, as she instantly created a blasting force with her magic and directed it at me.

Before it could hit me, I felt a sharp movement move from behind me, stopping a few feet in front of me. It was Lorenzo, and I couldn't be happier to see him.

He used his magic to create some kind of shield, protecting us from the witch's force, and immediately, he created a force of his, directing it to the witch who was unable to block swiftly.

The force threw her against the tree, but she was up quickly. Lorenzo tilted his head to me, nodding, informing me he would take care of the witch.

A smile spread on my lips, as my eyes narrowed on Lucius who had retreated into the woods. I lept in the air, using my wolf's abilities, I moved swiftly against the trees, tailing Lucius and I got him.

I crashed hard against him unexpectedly, flipping and tossing him against the tree, but he was quick to take control of his body and landed gracefully on his leather boots before crashing.

The bright moon glowed radiantly from the sky, illuminating the sick, disgusting smirk on Lucius's lips.

"Killian bloody Reid," He positioned himself before me. His voice holding venom and eyes gleaming darkly.

I had never imagined Lucius' ruthlessness and apparent greed could take him this far. The feud between us had always existed since the second I took the reins of the pack. We both had the largest Pack in the whole of North Central, and Lucius hated it. He had always wanted to conquer my territory as he did successfully to thousands, and he was fucking mistaken to think he could ever succeed.

I was burning with rage for so many reasons, amongst which, was what this imbecile had done to Sheila all her years of being in his pack. And I was hell-bent on making him suffer for that too.

"You think you can take me on, boy?" He was still smiling and I hated the loose smile on his disgusting lips.

"Stop talking, Lucius," I bit out calmly, despite my rage. Lucius' sharp claws extended from his hands, as I lunged at him, but he was swift to dodge.

His sharp claws grabbed me by my neck, punching my face while having us move around in fast motion. At his last attempt, I blocked his punch, slamming him against a sturdy trunk of a tree. He had a lot of strength. I got up quickly, just in time to dodge the attack coming at me. My elongated razor claws dive deep at him at my fastest speed, tearing open his neck.

Lucius groaned as his claws grazed the sides of my ribs.

He attacked me brutally, nibbling on my neck. I broke free and aimed again for his wounded neck with my elongated claws.

I attacked him, clawing at his stomach. His leather vest ripped open as he growled. I barred my fangs at him and ripped his flesh out.

I pounced at him but he evaded, and we engaged in another chase and fight. Lucius charged at me more fiercely and viciously than he did before. His fangs bruised my skin and my neck.

I threw him off me. He was bleeding profusely, and before me, he shifted into his brown wolf.

I gave Ryker fill control, shifting and getting down on all four paws. Lucius growled, charging at me with his bloody canines. I moved, charging at him with matching speed. We leapt in the air, and Ryker and I barred our claws into him, tearing deep into his furry brown skin.

Blood splatters everywhere, smearing the earth. Before we landed ungracefully on the earth, Ryker's sharp canines clung hard at his neck, never letting go as we attempted to rip its head off its body.

Lucius' wolf whimpered, badly wounded and losing so much blood. With a little more tugging by Ryker, we managed to make a terminal injury on his neck, almost successfully having its head off.

Lucius's wolf whimpered again, shaking on the ground until it stopped moving. His terminal injuries forced his wolf to shift back to his human form. Lucius was a bloody mess, bleeding from everywhere.

I shifted back to my human form. I moved to his motionless body, placing a finger on his wounded neck. I couldn't feel his pulse. He was dead. Lucius Callaso was dead.

I was up, my amber eyes taking in his lifeless body for the last time when one of the warrior's mind-linked me that Thea had escaped.

I shut my eyes. I knew this would happen. He had broken her free. And I knew Thea Chrysler, the first person she would go after was Sheila. But I wasn't worried. I knew exactly what the outcome would be, and Thea may not make it through the night.

I hastened towards the witches' quarters, and before I could reach the quarters, my eyes took in both Thea and my mate, Sheila from afar.

Sheila had Thea's battered and almost lifeless body against the tree, her sharp claws were digging into Thea's chest. From the other side of the woods, I saw Thea's lover move speedily, aiming for Sheila.

I moved quickly, crashing hard against him, tossing him against a tree. I couldn't possibly describe my emotions when I learned about his betrayal this morning.

I had suspected it when he went into Thea's dungeon at midnight. But frankly, hearing of his betrayal from Sheila's lips broke me.

I would never have expected it to be him. Not even in my wildest thought would I have considered him.

He pulled up from the ground, but before he could stand properly, I gripped him by his neck.

"Killian, don't!" I heard Sheila's voice from behind. Sheila had been the reason I fought the urge and rage to confront him all morning. I had questions. I wanted to look him straight in the eyes, asking him how he could possibly betray us all, and endanger the lives of the people he grew up with, claiming to be family.

My eyes didn't break away from his traitorous ones. "How could you betray us all…" I held his dark gaze, even his name found it difficult to leave my lips. "... Mason?" I bit out.

His hands tightened around my large hands that gripped his throat. "Thea is my mate, Killian," he struggled to set himself free.

"Precisely my point," I held onto him tighter. "She's your fucking mate. You should have said something the second you found out, instead of becoming her fucking accomplice, and betraying the pack!"

"Do you think I was fucking enjoying it?" He broke out of my grip, attacking me with his fist. But I dodged it. "I had to put up with you, fucking my very own mate, acting as though she was yours and treating her as worthless as a scum!"

"And whose fault was that? If you had come to me, none of these fucking mess would have happened—"

"And Thea would be dead. Think whatever you want, Killian, but Thea is my mate and you of all people should understand what that means, I had no choice!"

I understood what that meant. Sheila was my life and whatever the fucking case be, I would choose her over the world if the need came. But I also knew what I felt when I thought there was something between Sheila and Kaiser. I couldn't even begin to imagine how Mason could have felt every time I was with Thea. I would die before any other male touched Sheila.

"Thea is pregnant with my pup, please don't kill her," he turned to Sheila, who was now having Thea by the throat.

"I'm really sorry, Mason," Sheila held Thea tighter by the neck, making Thea groan in pain. "Your child is dead," her words sounded into the darkness.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I felt Mason become still. "What?"

"Thea killed him. She channeled its magic and sucked every life from it," Sheila added, tossing Thea's body against the rugged earth.

Thea collapsed on it, coughing out blood. Mason rushed to her.

"T-Thea—" his voice was vibrating with emotions as he held Thea's battered body in his arms. "You didn't, please tell me you didn't…"

Thea clung onto him tightly, nudging closer to his ears. "M-Mason," she coughed in a whisper. "T-This isn't over. I-I need you. That's the least you could do," she muttered, barely above a whisper. Her brown eyes now pulled up to stare deeply into Mason's eyes. "That's the least you could do, you worthless bastard."

She gripped his face roughly, her brown irises ignited brown flames and she began channeling Mason to get her strength back.

Before I could move, Sheila ripped her off him, using her magic on Thea. Sheila's eyes were on Thea, and she began choking on her blood, screaming in pain, crumbling to her knees.

Her screams filled the air, as she was writhing in so much pain, bleeding from her eyes, her nose, and almost everywhere.

Whatever Sheila was doing to her had her in a lot of agonizing pain. Thea's body was trembling, as she brought her hands to her chest, as if in an attempt to stop her heart from jumping out from her chest.

"S-Stop," she spoke in a whisper, I could feel her life escaping from her. And with one final sound from her lungs, Thea collapsed against the ground. Dead.