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
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