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

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

all these adventures just to come home and shit on everything I had done for our people. Then she had the nerve to

hitting me more deeply than before and fueling me on. It was so strong that my stomach rolled, and my mouth began to water excitedly at the idea of making Charlie

lunged, her anger driving her forward as she

the flesh on her side. The taste of her blood made my beast purr in happiness as she bucked free

their king and princess

between Charlie and Natalie as I tackled

was a flurry of snapping jaws and razor-sharp claws as we bit and ripped into

jaw around the back of her

Natalie’s voice cried out over

mouth as Charlie ripped herself

acting crazy!” Natalie’s whisper was faint, but

perfectly manicured lawn as my body was forcefully pulled back to the crowd’s edge. My people moved

was doing the same across the way, and I fought harder to get free, so I could slice her throat and be done with it. Her blood was calling to me, and it was time to end

seeing my mate moving to stand between us, looking furious.

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

against Natalie’s hold, and I made a feral sound

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

into the ground as I fought for

would present Charlie’s heart to my mate as

Charlie fell flat on her stomach, and 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

ice water being thrown on me, I felt all the energy and anger drain from my body. Natalie was right. I knew these feelings were crazy and abnormal, almost as if

had felt every emotion possible. I loved Natalie, despised her, hated