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?’

know, but I can’t

silver lines of fur from her scars

without a fucking care in the world, going on all these adventures just to come home and

so strong that my

driving

made my beast purr in happiness as she bucked free and

us, the guards trying to keep the audience at bay as they watched their king and princess fighting to the death. I

between Charlie and Natalie as I

bit and ripped into each other’s flesh, desperate

I locked my jaw around the back of her

out over the crowd.

hit the ground, falling from my mouth as Charlie ripped herself free again before swinging and slicing her

acting crazy!” Natalie’s whisper was faint, but it didn’t matter how quietly

dug into the dirt, ripping up the perfectly manicured lawn as my body was forcefully pulled back to the crowd’s edge.

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

widened, and my beast calmed at seeing my mate moving to stand between us, looking furious. I

growl that brought my attention back to her like a magnet,

side and dripping onto the Earth. She thrashed against Natalie’s hold, and I made a feral sound as she moved an inch toward my

Joselin groaned in what sounded like 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

hold, my nails digging into the ground as I fought for freedom. The challenge had been accepted,

would present Charlie’s heart to my mate as a trophy, an

hackles rose with unease as my beast gave in as well and immediately sat like a pet waiting for a fucking treat. It was humiliating, and for a brief moment, I wanted Natalie’s blood for treating me this way in front of my

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

the past few hours, I had felt every emotion possible. I loved Natalie, despised her, hated her,