The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 39

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!”

so Natalie wouldn’t have to see it

for vampires.”

the bridge of my nose as I let out a breath of frustration. “Then you know what your goal

vehicles. Those in their skins waited until I was seated next to my mate before climbing into the other cars. The

wanted to be out there with them, stretching my legs and getting away from the offensively loud cage of metal around me. But I needed to be

down Natalie’s cheek as I watched her from the corner of my eye. Her hands were clasped together on her lap, but the

the car began to move forward, she didn’t bother to look out the window

filled with water. As a king, I had only ever apologized once, and it was to her. I would only ever apologize to her. Last time, she didn’t believe me,

her walls seemed to crumble at 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 knew most of

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

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 me when I had just killed the

the mate bond pulling her

had mentioned a confusing vision about

I wanted

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