The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Chapter 65 Sixty-Five
Sheila's point of view
My eyes pierced right through the soul of Lorenzo's deep magenta eyes, which burned brightly. I could hear his voice muttering
chants in a language I had never heard before. He kept muttering coherently, his soft voice filtering into my ears, invading my
mind, and echoing within the walls of my soul.
I groaned in pain. It was hurting, badly hurting. It was like a sharply pointed sword was pushing its way into the deepest, darkest
cave of my soul. Lorenzo didn't stop chanting, his large hands cupping my face even tighter, as he forced his blazing gaze into
mine.
I gripped the black stone in my hands as more pain punctured my chest, aligning with the burning heat on the lower side of my
stomach. It was as if there was a merge deep within me, and my crystal blue eyes still stared into Lorenzo's. His voice and
chanting had completely consumed my entire being.
I kept on wriggling in pain. My hand collapsed on Lorenzo's shirt, which I clutched tightly like I was holding on to my very life. My
eyes began to burn brightly as parts of my memories from Killian's pack to my old pack began to flash through my mind. My
screams and cries didn't stop, and so did Lorenzo's. He continued chanting, never letting go of me.
I could feel my body burn with my skull like I was literally on fire. My knees began to weaken. My entire body turned numb. My
eyes were spinning around the spell room and my head was lighter than a feather. I was numb to any other pain, but I could feel
the warm blood that was flowing from my nose. Enzo. I badly wanted to say his name aloud, but I just couldn't. No matter how
much I tried.
I didn't have the strength for it. I gripped tighter to his shirt, my vision completely failing me. Before I could suck in another breath,
my numb body fell into Lorenzo's arms. The last thing I heard was his voice whispering my name till it faded and I lost it to the
darkness swallowing me.
It was like I was drowning in deep water. It was unbearably hot. Or better still, my body was burning hot. I jerked my eyes open
and instantly a sweet, soothing, and calming scent invaded my nostrils. I moaned calmly. It didn't take away the sudden

weakness I felt nor the burning pain in my body, yet somehow, almost magically, it calmed me.
I pulled my eyes from the blank air, gasping back to reality. I yanked my body up. Immediately, large arms covered me,
embracing me.
"It's alright. Breathe Sheila " The voice kept on saying, rubbing my back in circles while stroking my hair. The words and actions
also calmed me. I sighed, weakly, pulling away to meet Lorenzo's worried eyes on me.
"You are back," he muttered gently, a wave of relief settling on his shoulders.
I breathed in. I felt sick to my bones. My eyes scanned the room and it was so unfamiliar. We were no longer at the witches' spell
room. I was on a bed in a chamber. Lorenzo pulled away from me, moving to the small, red candles that were burning around
me, perfectly arranged around me. Their burning glow illuminated the room.
He muttered a short chant, and the flames died. The velvet draperies on the window pulled open by themselves to allow some
sunlight in. I groaned, internally, a familiar pain gutting my stomach, and my body so weak.
"Where am I?" My soft, weak voice sounded.
Lorenzo turned to look at me. "You are in my chamber. You needed some rest."
I nodded subconsciously to his words. My eyes suddenly went wide. I pulled my hands to both sides of my head.
"What happened?" I asked, almost breathless from the weakness and discomfort that cowered in my bones. I swept through my
thoughts, more like my memories, but everything felt the same. I couldn't remember anything.
My eyes went up to Lorenzo, who was studying me quietly.
"I can't remember anything," I whispered, trying to hold my voice.
"I am sorry. But there is no way I could pry any deeper." Lorenzo moved closer to me. "I tried to break through the walls of your
mind to reach the memories that have been forgotten, but I couldn't."

"So, it's impossible to remember?" I asked him.
"No, it's not." He spoke softly, moving closer again. "Your memories of your childhood were intentionally locked up, Sheila."
"What?" I was speechless. I tried to understand what he was saying, but it was difficult to do in my weak state.
Oh goddess, what was wrong with me?
My bones felt so weak, my body held so much pain, and the burning heat within me kept growing.
I forced my mind from the growing pains to what was more important. My memories. Someone intentionally made me forget my
childhood? But who could that person be?
The only one that came to mind was the person that hated me more than anything. My father. But why? What was it about my
childhood he wanted so desperately for me to forget?
I was back on my feet. I took only a few steps before my body betrayed me. I lost my balance, almost crashing on the floor, but
Lorenzo caught me in his arms, taking me back to the bed.
"Tell me in plain words, Lorenzo, what happened to my memories?"
His deep magenta held mine. "The magic surrounding the walls of your mind is very powerful, Sheila. I tried to make a crack in
your mind, to break the wall imprisoning them, but I can't, at least not without killing you in the process," he said to me, placing
my head on a pillow. "You are so weak. Wait right here. I will be back." He stood up and rushed out of the chamber.
The growing heat in my stomach was getting worse, making me squirm in pain.
I couldn't understand my body. All I felt was a raging need within me.
"What is wrong with me, Adie?" I groaned in pain.

"Killian. Find Killian." She was suffering from a similar pain in my stomach. "Please, Sheila." She sounded worse off than I did.
I pushed my feet to the floor, pulling myself up. I groaned in pain, moving to the door. I left Lorenzo's chamber. It was within the
witches' quarters. I left there and began heading back to the castle. In my state, it was as torturous as hell. Soon, I reached the
castle, noticing the hooded dark eyes the male warriors had on me. I could even hear a low growling.
Thankfully, Ria spotted me and rushed to my side, pulling me into her arms.
"Sheila! You are burning hot. What happened to you? " She led me towards my chamber.
"Killian. I need Killian." I recognized the raging need within me. It wanted Killian.
Ria looked like she wanted to mutter something, but she suddenly stopped halfway, her eyes inspecting me. She placed a hand
on my stomach, and I growled in pain. It was as if her touch burned my body further.
Her hand flung up to her lips. "Oh, my goddess, Sheila, you are going into heat," Ria exclaimed.
My blue eyes widened as she spoke.
"What?!" I peered at her through my crystal blue eyes, shocked. But as the writhing continued, I curled more in pain on the bed,
thrashing on the bed.
Ria shot up from the bed, about to touch me, but stopped. "I will find Alpha Killian immediately." She said before rushing out of
the chamber, leaving me in my pain.
The pain was getting more unbearable by the passing second, and the intense need to have Killian by my side just kept getting
stronger. The air around me in the chamber became intense. It was suffocating me. It was as if my entire body and soul were on
fire. I had to leave.
I got up from my bed and left my chamber. I used the back door of the castle and exited through it. The sun was shining brightly
from the sky, its scorching heat burning me as it kept following my trail into the woods. I kept moving aimlessly without direction. I

rolled out into a large meadow I hadn't visited in Killian's pack. Up, ahead was a stream. I sighed with contentment. Just what I
needed.
I was in dire need of some water. I felt so parched, and maybe the water could do a little to quell the heat within me. I dragged
my entire body closer; my weakened legs couldn't go any further as warriors from the pack surrounded me. Their eyes were dark
with lust.
Fuck.
I wobbled, about to stumble to the ground, but mighty hands wrapped around my waist, supporting my legs to stand. Tingling
sparks shot through my burning skin. Killian. I breathed out in relief at where his hands touched me. Killian pulled me up to meet
his gaze. "I am here, love. I am here."