The Alpha's Curse: The Enemy Within

Sheila's point of view

My shaken legs could no longer withstand the tension charged in the room. My entire life had changed the second the words "mate" left my lips.

I gripped onto the white pillar in the courtroom for support, the knife-edged tension within the court growing brutal by the second.

Our pack warriors were behind their Alpha, Lucius Callaso, no doubt prepared to attack, just in case a fight managed to break out with the warriors from the Crescent North Pack.

My father, Lucius, was in a heated conversation with Alpha Killian about me. It was funny as hell how the confrontation a second ago about my father sending rogues to the Crescent North Pack soon changed into an intense conversation between my father, Alpha of the Silver Mist Pack, and Alpha Killian of the Crescent North Pack, my mate.

It still feels like a dream to me how my entire life changed for the worse within a minute.

It was as if the universe hated me, and the moon goddess despised me.

At that moment, he was here, Alpha Killian Reid, charging in with a troop of his warriors into our pack, with fury stalking his veins, and then, to my utter disbelief, he happened to be my fated mate.

I listened more to their conversation; neither of them was ready to take a rest. My father couldn't do better to hide his satisfaction in sending me off with the enemy.

For some reason, Killian kept refusing me, almost as if he was rejecting me. Even though I'm pretty used to people's rejection, I've experienced it first-hand with my father, the infamous Lucius Callaso. Killian's rejection hurt me more than I'd like to admit. I mean, even though I just found out he was my mate, we shared a bond, after all.

Father and Killian looked at each other like they were a second from murdering the other, as they kept deciding my fate like I wasn't even in the room. This was about me, yet Killian had not glanced at me. It sent a piercing pain to my chest.

"As you wish, Alpha Lucius, I will take her away," Killian spoke with ease, but something about how he counted those words made me cringe. It was cold and threatening.

It could almost be called a miracle that the courtroom still remained calm. Every pack in the North Central was aware of the rooted hatred between both packs. They both had the largest packs in the North, and my father didn't like it. He was a tyrant Alpha and a beast who preyed on packs, annihilating them and stealing their lands. That was the type of Alpha my father was. And Killian was rumored to be no different.

I was forced to shake off my thoughts when Alpha Lucius was up on his feet. He smiled darkly after one last gruesome stare at me. That smile of his has haunted my every awakening.

"She is yours, after all. You may take her!" He glanced at me. He never treated me like his daughter.

My years growing up within the walls of the Packhouse have been the literal definition of the term "hell!'. In that hellish state, finding my mate was the only thing that kept me going. I always heard stories from the servants about the mate bond and its undying love. I always prayed for a mate, even though I knew my chances were nil deep down. Unlike most wolves that were blessed with their wolf counterpart at sixteen, mine never came. So, it was unbelievable that I would be given a mate. My legs finally gave up, collapsing against the pillar, which could no doubt feel my plight.

Killian's demeanor was cold, dominating, and even intimidating. His eyes gauged me, regarding me. I felt uncomfortable under his cold stare. The cold mask he had worn did not allow me an inkling of his true thoughts.

"Tell her to be prepared. I'll send someone to take her before dusk." Killian's gruesome eyes fell on me. Even just by staring at me, one could see the cold glacial that were aimed at my throat. How could I possibly be mated to him?

I almost gasped. I was fudging right there, yet he was ignoring me.

"That won't be necessary; she can leave with you." My father was, in fact, excited to send me away with him. Just like that, like a terrible nightmare, what little belongings I owned in this place that never seemed like home were bundled by the servants.

My horse was saddled for me, and my little belongings were all packed up by the servants, and my father literally shoved me out.

We began the ride to the Crescent North Pack, my new home. Killian was beside me; on my left was his Delta, and the other warriors trailed behind.

We rode in absolute silence on our way to the Crescent North Pack. Even when I forced myself to say something, he greeted me with a brutal silence and a murderous glare. So, I decided it was best to keep mute instead.

The uncomfortable silence lingered for hours as we rode past the mountains, to the other side of the North, into the capital, which I heard was under his territory. After a while, we arrived at the notorious Crescent North Pack, known for everything it stood for. We rode a few more, and we arrived at a castle. It was beautiful from the outside. Like nothing that I've seen before, it was truly beautiful.

When we approached the castle, some warriors sauntered to us, bowing in respect to Killian. They took the horses' reins while someone helped me with my belongings.

I helped myself down, feeling everyone's curious eyes on me. There was no way anyone would have expected Killian to be arriving with his mate, who happened to be his enemy's daughter.

"Alpha?" A woman approached us with the servants, but from the manner in which she spoke, I could tell she was someone with ranking. She bowed her head in respect to Killian. Her curious eyes fell on me. The questions were vividly written in her eyes, but she didn't dare ask them for some reason.

"Brielle, please have a private chamber prepared for her. And you, " He turned to me, his eyes so intimidating and dominating that I had to shift my gaze from him. "You look at me when I speak to you." Involuntary, my eyes fell on him. On the other hand, his tone kept getting harsher and deadlier with the passing second. I stared unblinkingly into his amber eyes.

"I will deal with you later," Killian said in the usual domineering tone I was getting accustomed to. He barely looked my way and started walking off to the entrance door, leaving me with Brielle. I was left confused. A private chamber for me? Why? But we were mates; shouldn't we be sharing the same chamber?

The woman, Brielle, walked closer to me, her lips holding a plastered smile.

"Killian." His name left my lips for the first time. It seemed to have gained his attention. He came to a halt and swerved to face me.

"From today onwards, it'll be Alpha to you." He spoke to me like he was addressing a subject. I was his mate, for crying out loud. I was upset, but I played it cool, remaining calm. After all, he was still my mate, and it was just my first day here.

I ignored his words. "Why a private chamber? We are mates; we should share the same chamber."

His amber eyes became stony, and his soft lips, which were the color of cherries, curled up amusingly. Killian moved closer to me, so close that our noses could almost kiss. I felt his hot breath fan my face. My breathing became hitched, and my legs became too weak to stand. The attraction between us was too strong to ignore. Couldn't he feel it too?

His stern words soon answered my question. "You mean absolutely nothing to me, Sheila Callaso." There was a sharp stab in my chest. My eyes were round, full of questions and hurt. If he didn't want me, why was I here?

My lips parted to speak when a voice interrupted us. "Killian," The voice said, jerking my head in the direction of the voice. It came from a woman around my age. She was a stunning beauty with jet-black hair. She moved with a kind of elegance that suited her. Who was she?

She came to us, standing beside Killian. Her eyes were upon me. She looked calm and gentle, but a fire of rage flashed through her eyes, which faded so quickly. Her effortless smile reappeared, moving to Killian.

"Killian." The way she called his name made my stomach churn.

"Who is she? " She asked him.

It made my insides curl up. Killian's eyes trailed from the woman, finding mine.

That's precisely what I should be asking. Killian wrapped his hands around her waist.

"A little problem I encountered at Silver Mist Pack."

A little problem? Was that what he thought of me? A problem?

"Oh, I see," she said in a condescending tone. I judged her too quickly. She was anything but calm and gentle. There was something about her that was deceptive.

"I am Sheila Callaso, his mate. And who are you?" I asked. Her eyes widened.

"Watch your words in my castle. Thea is your superior and my chosen mate. She is to be respected. "

His words hurt me. If he had someone else, why did he accept me? His words seem to gladden Thea. She leaned into his arms, placing a kiss on his lips, right before me, his rightful mate.

I couldn't take this insult. "Basically, you are saying this 'thing' is your whore…?" I said with disgust. My words didn't sit well with Thea, and she began crying.

Seeing her tears, Killian's eyes landed on me. His bright amber eyes became dark with rage and hate. I felt my heart prickle with fear.

"I clearly warned you to watch your words in my castle! Thea is your superior; therefore, she should be respected in my castle. Since you've proven quite stubborn, you'll be punished for your actions! "

I was confused. I had no idea what he was saying.

Before I knew it, I was surrounded by the Pack warriors. "Take her to the dungeon!"

His murderous glare made my heart stop. I had no idea what was going on.