The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 43

Forty-Three: Killian

Killian’s P.O.V.

I was blinded by rage. I wanted blood more than I wanted my next breath.

Then I heard those words, "The queen has already placed the order. Anyone who had been in contact is being quarantined."

The Queen.

My Queen.

She had not been handed the crown yet, but she was acting every bit within her new title.

She was my queen, my woman. I would have to be dragged down to Hell before I would let anyone get their hands on her. As soon as I heard that one of my men had been threatening her, I wanted to end him. But Joselin was right. She needed him. She needed to use him to trace the magic and learn more about the curse that seemed to be infecting my people.

If I couldn't kill him myself or have him killed by my guard, I wanted to lock him up until I was free to do so. Once Joselin was done getting the information she needed, he would die by my hand.

But Natalie, my future queen, had already placed the order for any potentially infected person to be held in quarantine until they were able to be cleared. She was wise, and I felt a small amount of weight ease off my shoulders as I ran back to the castle, back to my mate.

She would make a capable and excellent queen. With a little training, she would excel at her new role. I was proud to have her by my side, but once Joselin vanished at the gate to return to her tower, I was driven by the desperate and primal need to confirm for myself that my mate was safe.

Multiple men stood guard in the hallway as I reached my bedroom door, and I lowered my eyebrows in confusion before deciding not to add additional delay in seeing my woman. I would just ask her directly.

She sat rigid on the couch, her eyes staring off into the distance as I entered the room. Her empty eyes blinked once at me before the recognition flashed over her face, and she took a step forward.

I moved to meet her halfway, but she stopped, lifting her hands and staring at me warily. "What is it, my mate?"

She shook her head as she moved around the armchair to my right, keeping a lot of space between us as she examined me. I did not know what she was looking for, but I stood still as I waited for her to finish her search.

"So, it wasn't the location. It had to be through contact." Her small muttering made my ears twitch as I listened to her think out loud.

It was fascinating watching her mind work. She was smart, quick, and sexy as hell when she had that focused expression. Her eyes narrowed, and her lips slightly pursed. I could see her coming to the same conclusion I had.

As soon as I was informed Nolan had been infected, I pictured the small stream of blood that I had watched fall from Heath's mouth and onto Nolan's arm when he was carrying him back to the city.

I was grateful that the healers were immune to diseases having to handle the blood, but they were not immune to curses. They just had a higher resistance to them. How many of my men had been infected? How many of the last healers on Earth were going to be tainted by the dark magic?

"Great minds think alike, Little One." The words came out in a purr. With my enhanced Lycan vision, I watched as her pupils dilated. She loved it when I called her Little One. She may have been small, but she was strong.

I found her more attractive with every passing moment.

'There is a darkness around the men in the infirmary. At least one of them wants me dead." Natalie continued to move around me, stopping when she was between me and the door. I moved with her slowly, keeping my eyes on my woman as she looked over my Lycan form.

An involuntary growl left my throat at the idea of her being threatened or possibly injured. Had Heath touched her, grabbed her...harmed her?