Filed to story: Sheila Callaso and Alpha Killian Reid Book
Killian ran his finger through his blonde hair, staring down at me on the bed. With an undecipherable glance sent my way, he stormed out of my chamber, leaving me alone.
I fell back on the bed, fighting the urge to scream into the pillows. What the hell is wrong with me? How could I let myself fall so deeply? My body still hadn’t returned to normal; I felt too hot for my liking, and only Killian Reid could quench this intense hunger within me.
I hated this feeling.
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Third-person point of view
Kaiser Black jumped from his horse, leaving its reins in the hands of one of the pack warriors. His legs moved swiftly as he hurried inside the pack house. His face showing not a single inkling to his thoughts. He walked past the long corridors, quickening his steps as he took a turn into the Alphas’ quarters. One last turn and he approached the tall door at the end of the hallway. He gave a sharp knock before pushing the door open. His eyes scanned the room until they fell on the beautiful woman sitting on a chair while combing her hair.
The woman’s eyes shot up, noticing him. “Kai, what happened? You look-” The woman yanked from her chair, her worried eyes gauging Kaiser.
“I am fine, Denise. It’s really nothing. Where is my brother? ” He questioned the woman hastily. She could sense the utmost urgency laced in his tone, and spoke quickly.
“The office.” She replied. Without wasting a second, Kaiser started towards the door, ambling with speed to his brother’s office. As soon as he reached the door, it was jerked open.
The room was dim as usual. Only the blazing fire at every corner of the room attempted to provide what little warmth and light it could afford. But it wasn’t enough.
At the end of the large office, a tall and huge figure was positioned behind the wooden table, immersed in the pile of papers that were scattered on his table. He didn’t gaze up.
Kaiser sighed, shutting the door behind him and stalking across the room. “Still working late, brother? “
Kaiser settled into the chair opposite the man, but his words failed to get any reaction from the man. Both brothers shared a similar resemblance. They both had bodies that seemed to have been sculpted by the gods, and hair that fell to their sides that had the color of shady brown. While Kaiser Black’s eyes were deep hazel, the other man had dark magenta eyes which fitted him quite well.
“The Luna ceremony for the Crescent North Pack was held tonight.” Placing his elbows on the table, Kaiser rubbed his chin, ignoring the usual grunt that always escaped from his brother’s lips at the mention of that pack.
“Leonardo, I went there.” As Kaiser spoke, his voice became soft. But the man, Leonard, still didn’t respond, busying himself by diving his quill pen into the pool of black ink on the table. Though he wasn’t saying anything, his facial expression held the words, “Why did you even go there?”
Kaiser ignored Leonardo’s unsaid concerns. “Leo, I saw-” Kaiser paused, seeming to consider a thought for a quarter-second before continuing. “Her”
The last words seemed to have had some kind of magic, because Leonardo stopped moving, his dark magenta eyes falling on his brother. His grip on the brush was firm, almost in an attempt to snap it into two.
“Does she really-” He stopped his words, swallowing a hard lump. It was obvious he was having a hard time completing those words.
But Kaiser nodded, nonetheless, “She looks absolutely different, but I can feel it. It’s her.” He sounded more certain as his words left his lips.
“You cannot be that sure; it’s been a long time,” Leonardo said.
Kaiser seemed to be slightly offended by his brother’s words. He retracted his elbow from the table, leaning into his chair. “I would recognize her alright. She is really-“
“Enough, Kaiser.” Leonardo shut his eyes, pinching the skin on his forehead. He was frustrated; they all were. “Please,” He added, pleadingly, brushing back a tendril of his brown hair.
“I don’t like her there,” Kaiser said again after a while. “Why Killian, of all people? Why?” Kaiser could hear the subtle growls that left his brother’s lips. He hated everything about the Crescent North Pack. It was like a sour taste in the mouth. No matter how they tried to get rid of it, the name of that cursed pack always left a stench behind.
“This changes everything, right?” Kaiser rubbed his palm against his face, looking at his brother.
Leonardo released a curt, “No” in response. “It changes nothing”
“Then what do we do now?” Another question came from Kaiser Black.
Leonardo pulled his eyes to meet his brother’s. He knew Kaiser would not like what he had to say, but they’d already exhausted so many years, they couldn’t ruin everything now. It was difficult, Leonardo could admit, but his decision was for the best. “We cannot afford any more mistakes, brother.”
It showed on Kaiser’s face that he didn’t like what his brother was saying, but still, he listened.
“Remember, we can’t trust anyone. So, we do what we’ve been doing for the last fourteen years,” Leonardo said.
“Which is?” came Kaiser’s voice.
“We keep waiting. I promise we will have our revenge on everyone who ruined our lives. Only then can we take what is ours,” Leonardo concluded, his eyes imploring his brother.
Kaiser released a firm sigh of resolve. “Fine. But I can’t promise to stay away,”
Leonardo wanted to kick against it. But he knew his brother too well. Nothing he could say would make him stay far away from the Crescent North Pack. So, he resigned with a sigh. “Just don’t ruin anything.”
Third-person point of view
Killian rushed out of her chamber, panting hard. His breathing was deep and rigorous.
Fuck! he still could not believe what had just transpired between him and Sheila. It shouldn’t have happened. It was a costly mistake he had committed. Kissing Sheila was the last thing on his mind, but then, he did it. He had completely lost it seeing her in the arms of another man, even worse, it happened to be one of his enemies, Kaiser Black. It made him lose his control, it made him act so stupidly.
Killian cursed at himself for losing control like that and making such a mistake. He couldn’t blame Ryker; he knew he was as guilty as his wolf was. They allowed rage and jealousy to cloud their senses.
With a few hasty steps, Killian rushed into his chamber, taking off his silken shirt. He felt hot, battling with emotions he had struggled to keep buried. Emotions he never thought he’d feel. He could still feel the sweet, lingering effect of his mate’s body on his. He could still taste the delicious and enticing flavor of her mouth on his tongue. He couldn’t deny it, even though he wished he could. Sheila Callaso was a bloody seductress, a stubborn and beautiful one at that.
Killian groaned in frustration, he shouldn’t be feeling any of these things. Rage, jealousy, and love were things he never expected he’d feel. He knew he shouldn’t have lost control like that. Just the thought of what could have happened if he hadn’t snapped back to his senses left his heart pounding in both excitement and fear. He could have marked her, he was only a second away from doing so. Killian cursed again, tugging at his hair.
Even though the thought of marking her was thrilling to his wolf, Ryker, Killian couldn’t have that. He just couldn’t let everything that he had worked hard for go to waste because of a flimsy mate bond. A lot was at stake. His future and the future of his pack rested on his shoulders.
Was Sheila worth it?
Killian had no answer to that, but the stern fact was she was still the enemy’s daughter, and Thea, his sweet Thea, she was the one he needed. The only one that mattered to him and the pack was Thea. She didn’t deserve any of this. From the minute Killian saw her and recognized she was the one the witch had spoken about, the only thing she had done was love him and help him. She was the key to breaking the curse inflicted on him by his own father. A curse that constantly torments him and steals the lives of his pack members. Thea was the gifted one Killian needed to save his life and the lives of everyone in his pack. He shouldn’t be selfish. He just couldn’t afford to be.
Killian splashed some water on his face, hoping to get rid of Sheila’s scent on his body. He should have rejected her the first time he laid his eyes on her. Somewhere deep in his heart, he knew she would be trouble, but he didn’t heed to his gut feeling. He brought her into his pack and now, she was driving him insane.
Ryker growled at the back of his head, but Killian ignored it. These days, Ryker barely says anything. Killian understood he was suffering as much as he was, or even worse. Being an Alpha, he got to experience the pain of the mate bond far worse than the regular wolves. But Ryker knew exactly what was at stake if he thought with his heart, rather than his head. There would be consequences.
He learned from his father that being an alpha meant having no emotions, holding no feelings, showing no weakness, and having no mate. Deep down, Killian knew he was becoming the man he despised with his entire being. His father. The man who was the most hated and cruelest alpha in all of North Central, the man who didn’t even bat an eye before cursing him and his very own pack. Killian felt a burning pain erupt from the scars etched deeply into his back. Strangely, they always seemed to stir alive at the thought of his father.
He shut his eyes, leaning against the door. Inhaling deeply.
His thoughts drifted back to the problem in his life. Sheila. He knew the second he met her in the Silver Mist Pack that she was the one, his mate, the one destined for him by the moon goddess, the one meant to be his, but his cursed fate wouldn’t just allow it.
His wolf also recognized the fragile beauty and wanted her. And that was a problem, but as usual, he chose to be as stubborn as a mule.
Now, this girl had him curled up in her hands. What’s even worse was that she had no idea what she was doing to him. She made him feel something he was never allowed to feel. He wasn’t permitted to and didn’t have the luxury for, not if he wanted to keep her safe and away from his cursed fate. It was better that way. He couldn’t succumb to the feelings of the mate bond. Not with the curse still upon him and his pack. Claiming her as his would only involve her in his problems, and he couldn’t have that. He wouldn’t forgive himself. Also, he couldn’t let his emotions show to the world.
He would avoid claiming her for her safety, because if he did, she would become his everything, and would be on his mind every awaking moment. Sheila Callaso will be his main weakness.
Killian had many enemies. He knew they would want to use her against him. His bad reputation would also endanger her life.
Even though rejection was out of the question now, he had attempted it, but the words couldn’t just escape from his lips. Not with those magnetic blue eyes of hers boring straight at him, imprinting his very own soul.
