Chapter 58

Killian:

I walked inside the basement to find Daria’s eyes wide in surprise at the sight of her ‘friend’.

Her heart raced, and I raised an eyebrow before glaring at Torino. His eyes avoided mine, not that he had another choice, I was sure to crack his neck to the point where he would be paralyzed if I ever let him live. I wasn’t going to, but that didn’t mean that I had to give him an easy death. 

“I take it that you know now how much my mate means to me.” I said, glaring daggers at the woman. Daria gulped, and I rolled my eyes before snapping Torino’s neck. Daria screamed before looking at me and shaking her head. “And I think that you know that you are next.”

“I came here to get help…”

“You should have thought of that before dragging my mate into this.” I said, grabbing the dagger that she gave me. Never did I think that I would be using it on her. However, it seemed to me that time had its surprises to us all. 

I walked behind her and her heart raced. She shook her head, but I didn’t respond as I grabbed her chin, raising it a bit. “I am going to make this as painless as possible.”

“Killian…”

“I did love you, with everything that I had, I was fucking in love with you.” I whispered before kissing her cheek. She closed her eyes and I ran the blade over her neck, slitting her throat. “But you made your choice…”

I threw the dagger on the floor and looked at Vladimir. His eyes met mine and I shook my head, not wanting him to comment about it. My chest ached, and the thing was, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for Eleanor. Killing the first woman that I was ever in love with was not something that I wanted, and I wasn’t going to deny it, no matter how things went, I knew that my feelings for her wouldn’t fully perish no matter how hard I was going to try.

“I don’t think that I need to tell you to clear things out.” I said, walking out of the room. The men didn’t respond, and I walked to my office. My chest aching with each step that I took as I sat at my desk, running my fingers through my hair. 

The conflict that I felt at this moment was what angered me.

A part just lost something as I slit her throat, and I couldn’t help but find all the memories that we’ve both been through, play in my head as if they happened yesterday. 

I couldn’t even bring myself to look at the woman after killing her, and that was something that was a first for me, and I knew the reason. Even I had my limits, and I knew that I just reached and passed them in a matter of seconds.

The office door opened, and I rolled my eyes at Vladimir.

“Don’t you knock?” I asked, not looking up at him as a weak smile formed on my lips. I knew that he was here to be by my side as my best friend. 

“I doubt that I would be seeing anything that I haven’t seen before.” He said, walking to the bar. He poured the two of us a drink and walked toward me, putting my glass of scotch on the table. “Plus, I didn’t think that I would need to do so considering the fact that I am entering my brother’s office.”

“You don’t,” I said, looking up at him. 

“How are you holding up?” He asked, and I shook my head. I didn’t know how I felt or why I felt anything to begin with. 

“Bad, good, jumbled. I don’t really know, but the feeling is surely not one that I like.” I said, and he sat down. “The thing is, I don’t even know why I feel the way that I do. The woman cheated, chose to leave with a man when she was my girlfriend, and I find out later that she is marked. I grew angry, broken, and shattered, then, years later, when she comes back, I can’t help but find myself going through the same pain all over again.”

“The love that you had for her is not one that you could forget, Killian. Even if you logically want to, your heart might not allow it.” He said, and I pinched the bridge of my nose. 

“And that is what is killing me.” I said, looking away from him. “I know that it is good that I killed her. I don’t know what would have happened if that recording got to Elton before Eleanor was strong enough to be able to face him. And I don’t even know how I’m going to tell her that her father was killed.” 

Flashback:

“Alpha Elton would be pleased to see that his missing bride was found,” Torino said, and I frowned. He smirked and showed me a picture of her on his desktop, and I growled. He smirked, knowing that he ticked a nerve before I grabbed his wrist, twisting and breaking it. He cried out in pain, and I growled in warning, not wanting to hear his voice. His heart raced, and using my knife, I cut one of his fingers off, not caring that we were on a bridge, the men were already blocking the road. 

“You are going to lose one finger with each minute that goes without this recording being deleted.” I said, and the man shook his head. “And Elton is no fucking Alpha.”

“He is,” he said, making me frown.

“Not by right, not unless he marries…”

“Alpha Luca Bernardi is dead.” He said, taking me off guard. “And he left his pack, in his will, to Elton…”

End of Flashback.

“I don’t know what to be more concerned about. The fact that Luca died, or the fact that he left a ‘will’ saying that he wanted Elton as an heir.” Vladimir said, and I shook my head.

“Something is not right about this story and how it happened.” I said, tapping my desk twice before taking my drink and gulping it down. “But then again, nothing that goes around with that family is normal anyway.” 

I got up from the desk and Vladimir raised an eyebrow. 

“Where are you going?” He asked, and I sighed.

“To apologize,” I said, and he frowned in confusion. “To Eleanor.”

“What happened?” He asked, and I shook my head.

“I took my anger out on her, and I knew that it wasn’t even her fault.” I said, and he frowned. “I have to go and make things right before she ends up falling asleep with a picture of me being the different version of those that hurt her.”