The Beast And The Blessed

The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 68

Sixty-Eight: Killian

Killian’s P.O.V.

The steady, low beeping of the monitor was still far too loud, just as it always was. I knew the healers were tracking her stats from inside the infirmary, but I couldn’t help but look over the numbers on the screen myself, just as I had done a few minutes prior.

She was alive, but I wasn’t sure that she would want to be. She had done everything she could to remove herself from this world, and yet we were going against her last request and forcing her to stay on this Earth instead of being with her mate and lost child.

I had killed more than I would even be able to count in my lifetime. I had shown mercy to people I had barely met. But my mother would continue to suffer in the realm of the living because I was too much of a chicken to free her.

The sheen to my mother’s hair was even duller than before, and I couldn’t help but run my hand over it, hoping that one day she would turn her head and press her cheek into my hand.

Our relationship was awful when she was alive. I was constantly scared of what she would do and how she would react to everything. I wanted to stay as far away from my parents as possible.

But then, after my mother had been locked away, and we thought she had been healed, she became my mom again. She was loving and happy. She seemed to enjoy life and spending time with us.

The day I discovered it was all a ruse to gain her freedom was the day she had finally broken my heart for good. The last nail had been hammered into the coffin, and I knew that love was a trap as my father dove for the gun to save her.

Love was used to manipulate and control the other person.

I didn’t want to be like my father, weak and hopeless as he pinned after a woman that didn’t want him. She was forced to be with him. After she destroyed him, he destroyed her.

destruction. At least, that

the lack of movement and grabbed my mother’s cold palm, her

the machines pumping and swirling away to keep her alive. “I wasted so much time because of you. My mate deserved better than me, but she stayed. She was patient while I tried to fix

away by the normal pattern of her heart beating. Maybe this was it. Maybe

had ever loved and the first to have

the depths of my mind, locked in an impenetrable box. But she broke through it, and now I knew I

I had grown to loathe finally made

had told me the same thing time and time again. She needed her brother, but

deserved more… and my mother deserved more,

been kept alive by machines and wires for far too long, and

leave his mom alone. I could hear him shouting at me that I was a monster and that I would never

try to kill herself so many times…

to my mate’s mother and had allowed her soul to be returned to the Goddess and her mate, but the idea of doing the same to

knew I was stalling, but I did it anyway. I wanted a mother who would have stayed for me. I wanted a sister who didn’t run from me

have ever seen. She wears your crown well, and the people love her. You’ve already met her. She came in here not too long ago. I hope you know that I will treat her better than my father treated you, and it will be a hell of a lot better than you treated my father. Our kids will be loved and cherished. I hope when you are looking up at us from whatever pit of Hell you get sent to, you learn a thing or two about what it means to be a family. I would

much I hated the empty vessel before me, it might make this a bit easier. It shouldn’t be this hard to make the choice. To let her live and suffer, or to kill her and let her die and

had suffered for so long, and yet, the bitter man I was wanted her to suffer for a bit longer.

her mate. If I made the choice to end our

decision. The same decision I had been fighting for