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

my attention back to her as I growled lowly. Her body was littered with small silver lines of fur from her scars and battle

world 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

more deeply than before and fueling me on. It was so strong

her anger driving her

the flesh on her side. The taste of her blood made

bay as they watched their king and princess fighting to the death. I snarled as Natalie pushed herself into the circle,

jumping between

bit and ripped into each other’s flesh, desperate to be the first to

locked my jaw around the

Natalie’s voice cried out over

as Charlie ripped herself free again

bitch. You’re both acting crazy!” Natalie’s whisper was faint, but it

the crowd’s edge. My

slice her throat and be done with it. Her blood

moving to stand between us, looking furious. I scanned

that brought my attention back to her like a magnet, my need for her to die hitting me

running down Charlie’s side and dripping onto the Earth. She thrashed against Natalie’s

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

for freedom. The challenge had been accepted, and my only option was to return to

heart to my mate as a trophy, an offering for her

unease as my beast gave in as well and immediately sat like a pet waiting for a fucking treat. It was humiliating, and for

and anger drain from my body. Natalie was right. I knew these feelings were crazy and

loved Natalie, despised her, hated