The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 57

Fifty-Seven: Killian

Killian’s P.O.V.

It was one thing to sleep with someone for fun. Some people like hiding in the trees, or going behind a building. Some even like having sex in front of others. It was natural to enjoy sex and instinct to want to claim one’s mate. Humans were normally more conservative and ashamed, but our beasts didn't care about modesty or privacy.

I had thought that whatever this was with Charlie and the bear shifter was a passing fling. I had hoped that she would find someone who would love and cherish her. Someone who would care enough to at least rent a room or stay in one of our guest rooms. I had hoped that person would respect her enough to put aside their pride to give her a roof over her head and a warm place to sleep.

She didn’t need to be sleeping in the forest right now. Not when there were vampire sightings right outside and now in the city.

My glare scanned over her neck, and I saw her smile fall when I failed to respond. She bore no mark, which meant there was still time to make her see reason. She could reject him and find someone else to mark her, a man who would put her and her safety first.

"It is an honor to meet you, Your Majesty," Damien said with a bow. I let out a deep exhale through my nose as I noticed he did not bow as deeply for me as he did for my mate. He waited for me to acknowledge him so he could rise, but I remained silent.

Charlie cleared her throat loudly, and I turned to her. Her bright green eyes somehow managed to make my mother's look dull, an impossible task if I had not seen both pairs of eyes for myself in my lifetime. The anger in them was growing with every passing second, but I kept my emotions masked. "Let's sit, shall we?"

The bear stood, his eyes finding Natalie instantly, and I watched curiously as he waited for her to place her hand on the back of her chair before he moved. His hands stayed at his side as Charlie looped her arm through the crook of his elbow and pulled him to the empty seats on the other side of the table.

I stood, watching as he pulled out Charlie’s chair next to mine before taking his own seat. Joselin and Natalie joined them, leaving me standing on my own at the head of the table.

The feeling of my human mate's small foot nudging the toe of my shoes made me look at her. She was so beautiful but so disappointed. Her mouth was curved downward, and her eyes had lost their shine as she expressed her dissatisfaction with me wordlessly.

I wanted to make her happy, but more so, I wanted to kill him.

His actions toward my sister had already proven that he is unworthy of her, but the way he kept eyeing my mate was pushing my last nerve.

"It is the duty of a mate to protect and honor their partner." My words carried across the table, but my gaze was on the stranger sitting at my table. His black eyes glanced from me to Charlie before he settled back on me. I could see his arm tensing, informing me that he was clenching his fist under the table.

I dare you. Take a swing.

"It is the duty of any man to protect and honor their woman, mate or not." His words made Charlie tense, and she looked down at her plate.

The servants were prompt and tapped on the door twice before entering the room silently and placing the first course in front of each of us. I glanced down at the bowl of soup, knowing they had made it for Charlie, as it was her favorite.

I hadn't ever favored it, and I was positive by the way Natalie wrinkled her nose that she didn’t either. Seeing her unhappy with her meal made my mood darken even more.

Natalie cleared her throat softly as she picked up her spoon to take a bite.' Damien, we are happy to have you here. I have heard wonderful things about you from Charlie."

"Killian, I am safe with him. I promise." Charlie leaned forward, placing her hand atop mine, and I felt myself relax. "If it would put you at ease, we can stay here tonight."

It did make me feel better. I needed to know she was safe.

"Fine." I snapped, ignoring the victorious look on her face as she took a spoonful of soup and swallowed it with a smile. I would fight her on staying longer tomorrow.

The servants knocked once, moving cautiously like gazelle being led into a lion's den. The tension was still thick in the air as they removed the mostly untouched bowls of soup and placed down our main entrees.

I wanted to dive into the stuffed chicken breast but turned to Natalie first. Her lips were pursed together, and she refused to make eye contact with me as she picked up her utensils and began to cut the meat.

From the corner of my eye, I watched as the bear waited for Natalie to take her first bite before he dug into his food. My own plate sat untouched, but Joselin and Charlie shrugged before throwing customs to the wind and enjoying their meal.

There was no doubt about it that I was in trouble for snapping at my mate in front of others, and I had to figure out a way to fix it as soon as possible.

Joselin glanced up from her plate to me, raising an eyebrow as if to ask why I wasn't eating. I turned to glare at the bear, who caught onto the silent conversation before looking back to my best friend.

She turned to him with a smirk, and I was tempted to throw my fork at her when she opened her mouth, knowing nothing good would come of it." Don't mind him, really. He's just pissed because he didn't get to finish earlier when I interrupted them going at it."