The Beast And The Blessed

Twenty-Four: Killian

Killian’s P.O.V.

Never in my life had I been terrified of a woman. I bowed to no one and demanded the respect I had earned.

But as my little sister’s face turned red, and I watched as the vein in her neck started to hammer against her skin, I was positive that it was my last day on Earth She had always been a delicate-looking little princess until it was time for battle. Then the bloodshed seemed to fuel her soul, and she thrived in any fight.

She may have been shorter than me, younger than me, and could not shift into the Lycan state, but by the Goddess, she was terrifying when she wanted to be.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Killian?!” She yelled as she placed both palms on the table and leaned toward me. I had yet to take my seat, and after noticing the steak knife touching her pinky, I had no desire to join her at the dinner table.

“Contain yourself, little sister,” I warned as I felt my eyes burn the familiar red of my Lycan in warning of her disrespect.

“Oh, shove it, Killian. Don’t you dare pull rank on me!” She shouted with a growl, and I tried not to flinch as she slammed her fist on the table. Oh, if Natalie or Joselin could see me now. They would be having the time of their lives. “I expected more from you!”

My jaw dropped at her statement, and I stepped forward. More from me? I had all but killed myself for this kingdom! “More? I have given everything for our people! What more could you want from me? For the love of the Goddess, Charlie! You just got home, and you are already jumping down my throat for no

reason!”

and disgust I saw there that made me pause. “I never thought

I put my people first! That selfish *was weak!” I shouted. The growl behind

pain she is in? Did you learn nothing from what happened with our parents?” Her yell was followed by the slamming of her palm on the table, and I took a deep breath to keep from screaming at her. “How could you justify taking her

her as my mate! She is mine!” My voice echoed

visibly melting away at my words. I watched as she sank down into her chair with her hand over her *before letting out a loud laugh

once before moving back to my seat, subtly taking her steak knife away as I sat down. She was calm now, but I didn’t know

fought for was the crown itself. She never wanted it and despised being here surrounded by fake

what happened with dad and mom, that you would never put her in that position. Does she even know she

up her fork and grabbed a bite from

waited for only a second more before joining her and indulging in my meal, painfully aware of Natalie’s

Yet, the longer I spent with her, near her, holding her… the worse I felt about it.

forever. If you keep going, at some point it will be too late, and you won’t be able to repair the damage done between the two of you.” Her *was full as she spoke, and I curled

been saying that more often lately, and each time I was starting to believe it less and

are not dad, and Natalie is not mom. You need to let go of their past and start

moment of family time we had. Meals were the worst because I couldn’t just get up and leave whenever I wanted to. I remembered how excited I was when my nanny would come to get me for my lessons or a nap. I hated being in the same room as my parents. They had no shame in airing out their dirty laundry in front of Charlie and me. But to the rest of the kingdom, they were a united

woman resent a man more in my life than my mother did my father. He gave her everything she could ever want and ever ask for, but it was never enough for her. She always wanted

her with everything he had, but it

her.