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 stop.

Her body was littered with small silver lines of fur

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

and fueling me on. It was so strong that my stomach rolled, and my mouth

lunged, her anger driving

taste of her blood made my beast purr

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

jumping between Charlie

as we bit and ripped into each other’s flesh,

jaw around the

cried out over the crowd. “You’re

ground, falling from my mouth as Charlie

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

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

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

moving to stand between us, looking

relaxed before I heard Charlie let out a growl that brought my attention back to her

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

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 challenge had been accepted, and my only option was to return to

my mate as a trophy, an

she glared at me with her lip pulled back. My 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 body. Natalie was right. I knew these feelings

hours, I had felt every emotion possible. I loved Natalie, despised her, hated her, craved her, and now wanted