The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 39



The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 39
Thirty-Nine: Killian
Killian’s P.O.V.
Her heartbeat was slow, slower than I had expected as I approached the car with my suit jacket over my arm. The bloody
handprints left by her mother as she begged for death were sure to stain, but I would burn the fabric later.
I had learned long ago not to let anyone get a hold of my personal belongings. That was like giving a kid a piece of candy.
Witches ate that shit up like they were addicted. If you ever wanted to get on their good side, a guaranteed way was to give them
something that belonged to one of their enemies. The curses and spells they could cast from that were endless.
Natalie was staring blankly ahead at the headrest of the front passenger seat. The driver was in the car, ready to go, but her
guards were standing outside of the vehicle.
“King Killian, we didn’t get a chance to talk.’ The alpha called out as he jogged behind me.
“Not now,” I said, dismissing the young alpha as I kept my gaze locked on the SUV where my mourning queen was sitting. “But
what about the vampires? What do I do?” He called out, sounding lost and overwhelmed.
I stopped, scoffing at how weak he was. He was not prepared to lead, and that was my fault for killing his disrespectful father.
But he needed to step up. “Lead your people!’ I snapped, spinning around to face him. “Review border patrols, care for the
injured, train harder, and step up!”
His eyes were glossy and bloodshot. He stopped walking when I reached the back of the car and popped open the back hatch,
placing my suit jacket inside so Natalie wouldn’t have to see it when I got in to sit next to her. Her body was stiff and unmoving as
I glanced at the back of her head before pulling down the hatch to shut it.
‘We are not prepared for vampires.” The young alpha whispered.
I pinched the bridge of my nose as I let out a breath of frustration. “Then you know what your goal is. Do your research and
become prepared.”
No one spoke as my men returned to the vehicles. Those in their skins waited until I was seated next to my mate before climbing
into the other cars. The rest shifted their weight in their Lycan form with excitement to run again.

I wanted to be out there with them, stretching my legs and getting away from the offensively loud cage of metal around me. But I
needed to be here.
A single tear fell down Natalie’s cheek as I watched her from the corner of my eye. Her hands were clasped together on her lap,
but the tremble was still visible.
As the car began to move forward, she didn’t bother to look out the window at her previous home.
“Natalie,” I called out gently, not wanting to startle her from her trance. Her skin was pale as she turned to me slowly. Her eyes
filled with water. As a king, I had only ever apologized once, and it was to her. I would only ever apologize to her. Last time, she
didn’t believe me, and I prayed to the Goddess that she would this time. “I’m so sorry.”
The vehicle picked up speed as we flew down the dirt road, and her walls seemed to crumble at my words. I watched as her chin
quivered before she turned to me, leaning into my side. I couldn’t take that she was hurting, and I knew most of it was my fault.
She moved with me willingly as I reached around and grabbed her hip, taking her from her seat in the car and turning her until I
could pull her into my lap. Her side was against my torso, with her feet on the seat she had previously been sitting in.
It broke my heart as her shaking hand reached up and grabbed the front of my shirt while she cried into my neck. She shouldn’t
want to touch me, let alone seek comfort from me when I had just killed the only remaining parent she had left.
It was the mate bond pulling her to me.
Although it was now made clear that they may have never been her parents. It was something I would have to talk to Joselin
about. She had mentioned a confusing vision about Natalie’s birth. At the time, I had refused to listen, wanting nothing to do with
the beautiful siren in my lap.
Now, I wanted to know everything.
It took the majority of the car ride home for her to calm down. As she did, I held her tighter to me, scared that she might decide
against touching the man who had just murdered the woman who raised her.
Instead, she rubbed her cheek on my shoulder once as she adjusted and whispered a soft, “Thank you.”
I had never been thanked for killing someone before. I had single-handedly killed hundreds, if not thousands in my life. But a
show of gratitude was never given. Not until now.

Perhaps she was thanking me for comforting her, or perhaps she had accepted her mother’s fate and was grateful that I had
shown mercy. I had given her a quick and assumed pain-free death instead of letting her suffer from the poison until her organs
inevitably gave out.
“I’m not one of them.” She whispered. My mother... my mother said that I was not born into the pack. How could they even know
if I was born with the wolf gene?”
“They could smell it, just as I can. It is in your blood to be a wolf.” I responded, unable to resist the urge to take a deep inhale
through my nose to confirm what I already knew as fact. Natalie held herself closer to me as her shaking stopped, but I
continued to gently rub her back with my thumb.
“But I am not one, Killian. I am not a wolf.” She pulled back, staring into my eyes, and I released one hand to wipe the trail of
tears from her cheeks. ‘You could have chosen anyone you wanted. A warrior, a witch, a fae... why me? Why did you pick me?’
The innocence in her eyes and her question made me stall. How many times would I need to tell her before she finally believed
me? Were her insecurities really so deep that she could not accept that she had been chosen for me, not by me?
“I have told you before, but I will tell you again... as many times as you need me to. We will breed, one day. But I did not choose
you to be my breeder. You are my mate. I did not choose you, the Goddess chose you for me.”


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