The Beast's Possession

**Killian pov**

Returning home felt like a kick to the balls. The last thing I planned was to return back empty handed, one witch in negative and with the whole Coven turning their back on me.

All that planning was useless. Deep down, I had a feeling that dealing with Bane wouldn't be even half as easy as I hoped it would, but sometimes, even the strongest warriors and most powerful leaders had to take the fall. It just happened so that this time, I was the one taking the fall.

As I entered the pack house, I looked around and frowned. It was quiet, too quiet to be every other day. I really hated the silence, especially when it turned so eerie as it was now.

Walking into the living room, I started growing a little anxious. If not anyone else, I usually met the moron old man here, but he wasn't sitting on the recliner and reading his paper now.

Scanning the surroundings, I realized that something was really off with this place. It didn't feel like home anymore, more like some unknown place I had no right to enter. How it was possible to feel this way in my own pack house was beyond

me.

Just as I thought of turning on my heel and leaving the building to enter it again, just to make sure I wasn't going crazy, the old fool appeared around the corner and grinned at me.

"Finally, son, you're home," his voice echoed against the walls as he walked closer to me, arms open for a hug.

I took a step back and stared at him, wide-eyed. What had gotten into him? Why, all of a sudden, was he acting like someone close to me? What was he planning this time?

There were too many questions running through my mind, but he didn't seem to notice that. The guy was so oblivious to his surroundings and the things people around him did or felt, it wasn't funny anymore.

"What took you so long? We were getting worried already. Some of your men even left the pack house to check if you are on your way here. Did you meet them?" More questions, yet no real words, seemed to spill out of him.

The longer I looked at him, the more suspicious I grew. He had this weird, nervous aura surrounding him, as if he was on the brink of revealing a secret I wasn't supposed to find out and all those questions were nothing but an attempt to distract me.

Clearing my throat, I ran a hand through my hair and pinned him with my gaze before asking. "What are you hiding?"

Now his eyes became wide and all color drained from his face. There, right here in front of me, there was the proof that my gut feeling was right after all.

"I-I don't understand," he stuttered. "What are you on about? Why would I be hiding anything from you? You must have a fever or maybe you're too tired because I'm not hiding anything. You were supposed to become my son-in-law, why would I ever hide anything? No, don't be ridiculous."

This was the exact reason why I had always preferred to have face to face confrontations. When I could look at the person I spoke to, I could see their body language and attitude change, as well as feel the aura.

He was all sorts of in the wrong and clearly, he knew that too. Sadly, his ego was far too overgrown for the man to ever admit he had made a mistake or his story didn't add up after all.

"Drop the act," I groaned, stepping closer to him as his eyes darted everywhere but at me.

With every step that I took closer, he took one back until his back hit the nearest wall. Funny how a while ago, on the phone, he was the biggest and greatest man alive, but now facing me, he looked so small and scared. It was, in fact, rather amusing.

"What are you hiding? You can keep your bullsit for someone else who can deal with it, because I had enough. Your only choice in this situation is to come clean about whatever you are hiding." I growled.

"No," he shook his head. "There are always two options and I must choose one, so you must give me the other one. And I should have time to think. You owe me that benefit." He argued.

Another loud growl left me as I slammed my fist against the wall, right next to his face. He was getting on my last nerves and some small-time Alpha would never dare to disrespect me like this, only over my goddamn dead body. "The other option is to fucking leave my house, my territory and forget the way here. I'm done with your games, done with your constant need to force some power play and bullshit. You are in no position to play around with someone and especially with me. I am your meal ticket, the one who provides a roof over your head and the damn protection. Now, choose," I forced the words through gritted teeth.

Now, once and for all, I really had enough. So much so that I was willing to forget ever paying this moron to marry his daughter. The money wasn't an issue anymore if it meant I could get this moron out of my way as soon as possible. "I think it's better if we sit down and talk," he finally muttered and slowly stepped to the side to get away from my reach.

How sad was this behavior? How bloody pathetic was it to watch an Alpha who proclaimed himself as someone powerful to act like a scared little bitch?

"Fine," I grunted and spun on my heel to walk to the sofa in the living room.

As soon as I plopped down, the old fool followed me and sat on the sofa right across the room. And again, he didn't dare to let his gaze meet mine, instead focusing on every detail in the living room.

"When will you talk? I am a busy man as you know, I have plenty of shit to deal with," I grunted, running my hand over my face to keep my composure. With him so close, I found it rather challenging to keep my mind as straight as possible. Sighing, he hung his head and shook it. I almost felt bad for the balding man as he was struggling to find the right words to describe whatever was happening. Almost. All because it surely was a secret he was holding for a while now and confronted with the truth, he still held onto the hope of never telling me anything about his secrets.

"Come on, I don't have the whole day to waste around here with you. Keep in mind that I didn't come home in the best mood as well, so whatever you're trying to do here isn't helping either." Slowly, he lifted his head until his eyes met mine and whispered, "I think it's best if we ask Milly to join us. That way, I can explain everything in detail, no more secrets."

I raised an eyebrow but still nodded my head. Whatever it was, this was about to turn really freaking interesting.

"Milly! Darling, can you please join me and Alpha Killian in the living room for a quick chat?" He shouted at the top of his lungs and a few moments later, footsteps approached the area we were in.

Soon enough, Milly entered the living room, her smile so wide, it nearly split her face in half. I observed her as she walked to the old man and sat next to him. Her hand covered his as she smiled even brighter and whispered, "hi, dad."