The Beast And The Blessed

Eight: Killian
Killian’s P.O.V.

She was here. She was safe. Finding her was no longer a problem.

Yet, I couldn’t get her off my mind. I kept thinking about the split in her lip and the bruises on her arm. I wanted to find whoever was responsible and end them for what they did to my mate.

I was livid by the idea that she was in our room hurt, alone, and from what I saw back at her pack…scared. But she managed to wipe away any compassion I had for her when she asked about other women. Either her opinion of me was so low that she thought I kept a collection of concubines around for my pleasure, or she was fishing to see if I was going to be sleeping with other women and, in turn, if she could sleep with other men.

Both thoughts made me not want to be in her presence. It was the exact reason why I didn’t want a mate. A soulmate had the power to destroy you and crush your will to live.

If it weren’t for Joselin’s vision, I would have been happy going on with my life alone. Perhaps one day I would have had to produce an heir but not with a mate. There would have been no need to mark a woman and tie them to me for the rest of my life when they could just as easily have provided me with a child and then stayed out of my way.

But the thought of the woman in our room, possibly in our bed, made my beast happy and, in turn, made me angry. He wanted her, and I despised the thought of her.

I knew the second she left the room and began to wander the halls of our home. When I should have been focusing on the threat at hand and the map in front of me, she had all my attention.

I stood from my chair, sending it flying back onto the floor as I ran my hands through my hair.

“If you are that frustrated, you have a mate now that can help relax you…” Joselin laughed with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows as she picked my chair into an upright position with a flick of her wrist.

“Mind your own business, Josie,” I growled out, still all too aware of my mate’s presence moving closer. I didn’t want to think about her or be focused on her. I had bigger fish to fry.

my list. They had been extinct for over a century. Having them pop up

Great War a century ago, and we had all thought they had been purged from the Earth. For decades after our victory, there were

Joselin, as powerful as she

out who and how

smell had me losing all focus on

I wasn’t going to fall victim to her charms

my father never considered when he ended his life and

with me as she sensed my mate approaching. Her mischievous smile made my stomach tighten as she jumped from her chair and pulled the hardwood door open only a breath after my mate’s

stood in front of her, her hand falling slowly back

flipped me off behind her back. I let out a low growl that she ignored as she moved to show affection to her latest toy. She had been

my mate and seeing her damp hair and fresh clothes made me swallow hard. Everything about her had been designed to attract me. Knowing she

to push

siren, and I would make sure that she would never control me

trying to figure out the best plan of action for our patrols

haven’t actually met yet,” Joselin said, and from the corner of my eye, I could see her pushing my mate toward me. She was close enough as it was. I couldn’t think straight with her in the castle, let alone in the same room as me. Her scent was enough to make me drunk with lust and want, but my mind was strong enough to know that nothing good would come from giving in. She was here for one thing and one thing only. When the battle came, she would fight alongside me, and she would be the reason I would live another day. I would honor and respect her for it. I would

to

one another. We certainly didn’t need to be anything more than what we had to be. Eventually, the kingdom would expect me to mark her and to make her officially their queen. They would also expect us to produce heirs. All of which

I rolled my eyes at her blatant disregard for my authority. She was my right hand and always maintained a high level of respect in public, but in private she went back to being the *little girl who would turn people’s food into worms and bugs during formal events to get a