The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 50

Fifty: Killian

Killian’s P.O.V.

The man grunted loudly as I gripped him by the neck, slamming his back against the truck of the large pine tree. Before tonight, I had nothing against his kind. The bear shifters kept to themselves in the forest. They didn't bother building cities or living in them. They preferred to be in the wild. They had cabins and huts. Some even lived in caves. 1

I wanted to scoff at that, but it was their choice.

Bears were known to be more instinctual and animalistic. They were also naturally more violent.

But tonight, I was ready to declare war against them if he caused any more delay in me getting back to my mate.

"Put him down!" Charlie screeched as she burst through the tree line, baring her teeth at me.

My head tilted to the side in my Lycan form as I watched her rush toward me. She stood at his side but made no move to forcefully remove my claw from the man. She knew if she did, I would just rip his throat out and be done with it.

But what pissed me off, even more, was that he didn't fight back. I was itching for a fight. For every second I was kept from my mate, I was getting more on edge.

"He attacked one of my men, Charlotte. You know the rules." The snarl behind my words made her eyes widen in fear, terrified for the fate of the man who carried her scent. Their intimacy was the only thing holding me back from ending his life.

"It was self-defense." His statement was void of emotion, but I could see the anger burning in his eyes. He wasn't submitting, but his animal was also not at the surface. He had an incredible amount of control. It would take a strong shifter to contain their beast when their life was being threatened. ’ He attacked me first as I was minding my own, turning in for the night."

I narrowed my eyes as I scanned his face, but there was no sign of deceit. Blood was thick in the air, and I smelled it as soon as I reached the edge of the city. My hand loosened from around his neck as I held his stare.

"Charlie, get away from that beast. He is spouting nothing but lies and is a threat to our people." The familiar voice of one of my guards only reinforced my suspicion that the bear was speaking the truth. Xander was bleeding far more than the man before me, and I knew without a doubt that his involvement was not innocent.

Xander had been after my sister for years, determined to be the one to lock down the princess and get all the benefits that come with the title. Only he seemed to be oblivious to the fact that she could not stand him. Nor did he accept that I would rather kill him before letting him mate my little sister.

His whole family was on a fucking power trip. His father was a commander in my guard, one of my head warriors. But he fucking earned it. He was allowed to demand respect from those below him because they were below him. He had worked hard to become their commander, and even I respected him.

It was his son, Xander, and his daughter, Lindsey, who were always pushing for more power. I had been stupid to ever let Lindsey into my bed, and I still needed to deal with her for her treatment of my mate at Charlie's welcome home ball.

But Xander was a spoilt man with a short temper and a cocky attitude. He had gone on a few dates with Charlie, trying to hide what a despicable weasel he truly was, so he could attempt to worm his way into her bed.

I was happy that he failed. It had been my goal to let Charlie make her own mistakes and learn for herself. I knew she wouldn't listen to me if I told her that she could not see him anymore. That would have only pushed her closer to him. Instead, I let him court her, keeping a close eye on the man so I could make sure to stop it before it went too far.

But she was smart, as smart as I had hoped, and she saw right through him, calling it off before anything could happen.

If he had succeeded in marking her, I would have ripped his throat out, freeing my sister from the poisonous man, but losing her in the process. Even if she didn't die, she would have pulled away from me.

I was lucky she came home every now and then as it currently stands, but if I had killed her chosen mate, it would have been the last time I saw her.

But I still would have done it.

He was stubborn, closed-minded, and fucking obnoxious. The pretentious prick. She deserved better than him, and I would stand by that opinion for the rest of my life.