The Beast And The Blessed

The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 87

Eighty-Seven: Killian

Killian’s P.O.V.

Charlie shifted before me, her wolf significantly smaller than mine but just as eager to draw blood. It seemed that was a family trait.

Craving blood…the kill.

I would have been excited about the challenge if she weren’t my sister. But this was Charlie. My Charlie. I had protected her all her life and cared for her. But she never grew up. She never listened, and now her insubordination would be her downfall.

I felt my anger start to bubble up. After everything I taught her and everything I had supported her through…

I had always pushed back my feelings on the situation and supported her. Yet, she couldn’t give two shits about anyone other than herself. She was rotten and had been corrupted. I could see it now. She was bad. She was evil. 4

Natalie had been right, I had let Charlie get away with far too much, and it needed to stop now.

My vision turned red with rage as the thoughts tumbled through my head quickly. At first, I was just going to fight her until she submitted. I hadn’t wanted her to die.

Now it was all I could think about, like a record player on repeat in my mind telling me to end her. I would kill Charlie, win my mate back, and end this madness.

Charlie deserved to die. i

It was such a sudden shift that it almost made me pause. I had never wanted to kill her before. Out of all the people who needed to die, Charlie had never even crossed my mind. Before Natalie, Charlie was the only one I would be willing to die for. Now the tables had turned, and I had to push down the small feeling in the back of my mind telling me this was wrong.

‘Killian, this is ridiculous! This is not what I wanted! I was going to punish her, not kill her!’ Natalie yelled at me through the pack link, and I glanced over at her adorable face, red with anger. ‘What the hell is wrong with you two today?’

but I can’t

her right, forcing my attention back to her as I growled lowly. Her body was littered with small silver lines of fur

without a fucking care in the world, going on all these adventures just to come home and shit on everything I had done for our people. Then she had the

on. It was so strong that my stomach rolled, and my mouth began to water excitedly at the idea of making

lunged, her anger driving her forward

side. The taste of her blood made my beast purr in happiness as she bucked free and turned with

trying to keep the audience at bay as they watched their king and princess fighting to the

snapped jumping between Charlie and Natalie as I

a flurry of snapping jaws and razor-sharp claws as we bit and ripped into each other’s flesh, desperate to be the first to

my jaw around the back of her

over the crowd. “You’re both acting

the ground, falling from my mouth as Charlie ripped herself free again before swinging

both acting crazy!” Natalie’s whisper was faint, but it didn’t matter how quietly she spoke. I would always hear

pulled back to the crowd’s edge. My people moved back, eager to escape me

to get free, so I could slice her throat and be done with it. Her blood was calling to me, and it

to stand between us, looking furious. I

my attention back to her like a magnet, my need for her

Charlie’s side and dripping onto the Earth. She thrashed against Natalie’s hold, and I

disappointment. She had always loved a good fight. She moved to stand beside Natalie with her back to Charlie and her palms up, facing me. The crowd stayed for another moment before

as I fought for freedom. The

would present Charlie’s heart to my mate as

and she glared at me with her lip pulled back. My hackles rose with unease as my beast gave in

my body. Natalie was right. I knew these feelings were crazy and abnormal, almost as if they weren’t my own. But that

the past few hours, I had felt every emotion possible. I loved