The Beast And The Blessed

Sixty-Eight: Killian

Killian’s P.O.V.

The steady, low beeping of the monitor was still far too loud, just as it always was. I knew the healers were tracking her stats from inside the infirmary, but I couldn't help but look over the numbers on the screen myself, just as I had done a few minutes prior.

She was alive, but I wasn't sure that she would want to be. She had done everything she could to remove herself from this world, and yet we were going against her last request and forcing her to stay on this Earth instead of being with her mate and lost child.

I had killed more than I would even be able to count in my lifetime. I had shown mercy to people I had barely met. But my mother would continue to suffer in the realm of the living because I was too much of a chicken to free her.

The sheen to my mother's hair was even duller than before, and I couldn't help but run my hand over it, hoping that one day she would turn her head and press her cheek into my hand.

Our relationship was awful when she was alive. I was constantly scared of what she would do and how she would react to everything. I wanted to stay as far away from my parents as possible.

But then, after my mother had been locked away, and we thought she had been healed, she became my mom again. She was loving and happy. She seemed to enjoy life and spending time with us.

The day I discovered it was all a ruse to gain her freedom was the day she had finally broken my heart for good. The last nail had been hammered into the coffin, and I knew that love was a trap as my father dove for the gun to save her.

Love was used to manipulate and control the other person.

I didn't want to be like my father, weak and hopeless as he pinned after a woman that didn't want him. She was forced to be with him. After she destroyed him, he destroyed her.

destruction. At least, that

dropped my hand down at the lack of movement and grabbed my mother's

keep her alive. "I wasted so much time because of you. My mate deserved better than me, but she stayed. She was patient while I tried to fix the man that

but it was quickly washed away by the normal pattern of her heart beating. Maybe this was it. Maybe she was

first to have ever broken my heart. "I expected more from

until Natalie came into my life. Before her, they were tucked away in the depths of my mind, locked in an impenetrable box. But she broke through it, and now I knew I couldn't put it off anymore. I had to face my past so I could give her the future

I had grown

and time again. She needed her brother, but

and my mother

and wires for far

my mind. Begging for me to step away and leave his mom alone. I could hear him shouting at me that I was a monster and that I would never forgive myself if I

had watched her try to kill herself so many times...

Goddess and her mate, but the

could stop them. I knew I was stalling, but I did it anyway. I wanted a mother who would have stayed for me. I wanted a sister who didn't run from me every chance she could. I wanted a family that didn't live off of the pain and suffering they

I hope you know that I will treat her better than my father treated you, and it will be a hell of a lot better than you treated my father. Our kids will be loved and cherished. I hope when you are looking up at us from whatever pit of Hell you get sent to, you learn a

I hated the empty vessel before me, it might make this a bit easier. It shouldn't be this hard to make the choice. To let her live and

so long, and yet, the bitter man I was wanted her to suffer for a bit longer. I wanted to make sure that she learned her lesson... but I also didn't want

likely to go live in some cave with her mate. If I made the choice to end our

decision. The same decision I had been fighting for

I had Natalie.