The Beast And The Blessed

The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 39

Thirty-Nine: Killian

Killian’s P.O.V.

Her heartbeat was slow, slower than I had expected as I approached the car with my suit jacket over my arm. The bloody handprints left by her mother as she begged for death were sure to stain, but I would burn the fabric later.

I had learned long ago not to let anyone get a hold of my personal belongings. That was like giving a kid a piece of candy. Witches ate that shit up like they were addicted. If you ever wanted to get on their good side, a guaranteed way was to give them something that belonged to one of their enemies. The curses and spells they could cast from that were endless.

Natalie was staring blankly ahead at the headrest of the front passenger seat. The driver was in the car, ready to go, but her guards were standing outside of the vehicle.

“King Killian, we didn’t get a chance to talk.’ The alpha called out as he jogged behind me.

“Not now,” I said, dismissing the young alpha as I kept my gaze locked on the SUV where my mourning queen was sitting. “But what about the vampires? What do I do?” He called out, sounding lost and overwhelmed.

I stopped, scoffing at how weak he was. He was not prepared to lead, and that was my fault for killing his disrespectful father. But he needed to step up. “Lead your people!’ I snapped, spinning around to face him. “Review border patrols, care for the injured, train harder, and step up!”

He stopped walking when I reached the back of the car and popped open the back hatch, placing my suit jacket inside so Natalie wouldn’t have to see it when I got in to sit next to her. Her body was stiff and unmoving as I glanced at

not prepared for vampires.” The young alpha

my nose as I let out a breath of frustration.

in their skins waited until I was seated next to my mate before climbing into the

and getting away from the offensively loud cage of

single tear fell down Natalie’s cheek as I watched her from the corner of my eye. Her

didn’t bother to look out

pale as she turned to me slowly. Her eyes filled with water. As a king, I had only ever apologized once, and

my words. I watched as her chin quivered before she turned to me, leaning into my side. I couldn’t take that she was hurting, and I

hip, taking her from her seat in the car and turning her until I could pull her into my lap. Her side was against my torso, with her feet on the seat she had previously been sitting

hand reached up and grabbed the front of my shirt while she cried into my neck. She shouldn’t want to touch me, let alone seek comfort from

was the mate bond

was now made clear that they may have never been her parents. It was something I would have to talk to Joselin about. She had mentioned a confusing vision about Natalie’s birth. At the time, I had refused to listen, wanting nothing to do with the beautiful siren

wanted to know