The Beast And The Blessed

Twenty-Four: Killian
Killian’s P.O.V.
Never in my life had I been terrified of a woman. I bowed to no one and demanded the respect I had earned.
But as my little sister’s face turned red, and I watched as the vein in her neck started to hammer against her skin, I was positive
that it was my last day on Earth She had always been a delicate-looking little princess until it was time for battle. Then the
bloodshed seemed to fuel her soul, and she thrived in any fight.
She may have been shorter than me, younger than me, and could not shift into the Lycan state, but by the Goddess, she was
terrifying when she wanted to be.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Killian?!” She yelled as she placed both palms on the table and leaned toward me. I had yet to
take my seat, and after noticing the steak knife touching her pinky, I had no desire to join her at the dinner table.
“Contain yourself, little sister,” I warned as I felt my eyes burn the familiar red of my Lycan in warning of her disrespect.
“Oh, shove it, Killian. Don’t you dare pull rank on me!” She shouted with a growl, and I tried not to flinch as she slammed her fist
on the table. Oh, if Natalie or Joselin could see me now. They would be having the time of their lives. “I expected more from you!”
My jaw dropped at her statement, and I stepped forward. More from me? I had all but killed myself for this kingdom! “More? I
have given everything for our people! What more could you want from me? For the love of the Goddess, Charlie! You just got
home, and you are already jumping down my throat for no
reason!”
She blinked silently at me, but it was the utter disappointment and disgust I saw there that made me pause. “I never thought you
would end up like dad.”
“I am nothing like dad! I put my people first! That selfish *was weak!” I shouted. The growl behind my words made the wine and
waters ripple in the glasses on the table.
“Then explain Natalie! Do you not see how much pain she is in? Did you learn nothing from what happened with our parents?”
Her yell was followed by the slamming of her palm on the table, and I took a deep breath to keep from screaming at her. “How
could you justify taking her as a breeder?”

“I didn’t take her as a breeder! I took her as my mate! She is mine!” My voice echoed through the room, layered by my beast’s as
I declared Natalie as my fated.
Charlie stood wide-eyed, all of the anger visibly melting away at my words. I watched as she sank down into her chair with her
hand over her *before letting out a loud laugh of shock. “Truly?”
I nodded once before moving back to my seat, subtly taking her steak knife away as I sat down. She was calm now, but I didn’t
know how long that would last. I had learned my lesson with her as a kid not to underestimate her.
She was still my baby sister, but she was a warrior through and through. If I gave her the chance to fight she would. The only
thing she hadn’t fought for was the crown itself. She never wanted it and despised being here surrounded by fake people in the
court. They loved to kiss her ass and then ask for favors before they could even stand back upright.
“Then why does she think she’s a breeder. She has to know after what happened with dad and mom, that you would never put
her in that position. Does she even know she is your fated?” Charlie asked as she
picked up her fork and grabbed a bite from her large pile of potatoes.
I waited for only a second more before joining her and indulging in my meal, painfully aware of Natalie’s food getting cold next to
me and her stomach being empty upstairs.
“She doesn’t know about what happened to our parents. She didn’t even know mother was still alive until this afternoon. I have
told Natalie several times that she is my mate. What she chose to infer from that information is on her.” Yet, the longer I spent
with her, near her, holding her... the worse I felt about it. She deserved to be happy, and while I was failing to do so in our
relationship, I had at least hoped she would be happy here in my home.
“You can’t push her away forever. If you keep going, at some point it will be too late, and you won’t be able to repair the damage
done between the two of you.” Her *was full as she spoke, and I curled my lip in disgust at her lack of manners. She had been
out for the past several years playing Robin Hood and had forgotten all etiquette.
“She will be fine.” It felt as if I had been saying that more often lately, and each time I was starting to believe it less and less.
“I know what happened between dad and mom hurt you. They damaged me too. But you are not dad, and Natalie is not mom.
You need to let go of their past and start looking toward your future.” My hand tightened around my fist as the memories
surfaced, and I swallowed my bite of food harshly.

Their screaming would ruin every moment of family time we had. Meals were the worst because I couldn’t just get up and leave
whenever I wanted to. I remembered how excited I was when my nanny would come to get me for my lessons or a nap. I hated
being in the same room as my parents. They had no shame in airing out their dirty laundry in front of Charlie and me. But to the
rest of the kingdom, they were a united front, a force to be reckoned with.
My mother had been chosen as my father’s mate. She had been the strongest of her pack and was selected to produce my
father’s heirs. She was a breeder. I had never seen a woman resent a man more in my life than my mother did my father. He
gave her everything she could ever want and ever ask for, but it was never enough for her. She always wanted more, claiming to
be a prisoner and demanding her freedom.
He tried so hard to make her happy and loved her with everything he had, but it wasn’t good enough for
her.
I had done as much as I could for Natalie. I filled her closet and dresser with the finest clothes and the most luxurious jewelry.
She had the freedom to roam the castle and our lands as long as she had her guards with her if she left the walls. I had given
her everything I could, but I would not make the same mistake my father did by giving her my heart.
A small part of my beast got angry at my denial. I knew deep down that she had already stolen a little. piece of me with the way
she would look to me for approval when she did something she thought I would be proud of, how she fiddled with her fingers
under the table while maintaining the composure and posture of a queen, the way she pulled my hand up and held it over her
heart while she was sleeping in my
arms...
The rest of my heart I had to protect with everything I had. Otherwise, what else would be left of me?
“I will be nothing like our father. When the time is right, I will mark Natalie and she will be crowned the queen. But I will not risk
my people over a woman.” I watched as Charlie rolled her eyes.
“You’re pushing away your soulmate because you’re scared she will break your heart like mom broke dad’s. I think you’re
forgetting that dad broke mom’s heart too. They weren’t supposed to be together, and they both knew it. You and Natalie are.
You are meant for each other, hand-chosen by the Goddess to love and worship one another in this and every life before and
after. You are the one hurting her.” Charlie
had a point, but it was hard to accept it when I had seen for myself the detrimental impact a woman could have on a man.

I cut another piece of my steak, staring intently at the meat as the metal sliced through it smoothly. Joselin had said roughly the
same thing, but hearing it come from Charlie seemed to hit differently. She had been there with me through every low of my
childhood. She had the same damage that I did from our parent’s failures.
I had the option to be better than my father, but that didn’t make it any less terrifying to open myself up to
Natalie.
Perhaps I would test the waters first.