Chapter 208: Lycan and Witch (2)

Silence. That was all Inez could fathom at that moment. She raised her head and looked at Killian, waiting for him to say, ’Sike, this was just a joke,’ but the man didn’t do it. He stayed quiet as he finished speaking.

"How can that be possible, Morrineth—"

"She doesn’t know shit about the kind of men she gets involved with," barked Killian. When she flinched, he stiffened and turned around to hug her. "Sorry."

"It’s alright," said Inez. She was not scared of his loss of control, just surprised. She blinked her eyes and looked up at the man before asking, "Can you please explain what you are trying to say?"

Killian sighed. He gently pushed her to the living room before pushing her down on the couch. He then sat down on the coffee table such that he could look her right in the eye; his weight caused the coffee table to groan under it, and Inez wondered if it was going to snap.

"Morrineth had always been what you would call ’free-minded," said Killian. He was barely moving his lips, which showed how much he despised Morrineth’s actions. "After the death of her mate, she let go of herself. As you might have already noticed. Of course, every shifter has their own way to deal with the pain of losing their mates, and I have nothing against it. Hers were just too wild."

"Getting involved with men all over the place and never going through the getting-to-know phase. Though Nyx, Fenric and Lyra knew that they were siblings, they never knew that they were half-siblings."

Inez gasped. "They are–"

fathers are; Morrineth never told them either," said Killian. "And Lyra’s father just happened to be a

Goddess was thinking when she wrote Killian’s destiny with a witch. As far as she knew, lycans and witches were as compatible as water and oil. They have never gotten together. The

could rise from the west. What? They were talking about

repeated while trying to wrap her head around the information that was handed to

of the lycan king allow a witch to be his mate, but you know

let out a whimper. Even though the two of them understood the fact that the woman was gone from Killian’s life, somewhere, they couldn’t help but be awed. What kind of person would Lyra have had to be for her to make Killian set aside

as she was lost in her thoughts, Killian reached out and poked her on her forehead. She raised her head as she snapped out of her thoughts and looked at the man in front of her.

a strand of her hair behind her ear and continued, "She was a witch. A really strong one. I don’t think I have ever seen any halflings as strong as hers. But

something that

when she was around—well, that is a story

had never told Killian what happened between her and Dominic. So how could she ask him to be fucking bare with

remarked as he brought her to his arms and carried her upstairs. His

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