The Beast And The Blessed

Eighteen: Natalle

Natalie’s P.O.V.

Tobias seemed to find it amusing how much harder I worked in training the next day. My body was running hot, and I was angry that Joselin had tried to invade my thoughts. I didn’t want anyone in my head, least of all someone I didn’t know I could trust. I just couldn’t figure out why she had done it. What was she looking for?

Having her around *all the time was driving me crazy too. It was so hard for me to get him to bring his walls down and not be so cold toward me, but then he willingly spent all of his time with her.

It was unreasonable as my physical attraction to him held no emotional ties, but I was jealous.

He spent every day with her but fought me every moment that I tried to spend with him. I had to wonder if they had a past or if something was currently going on between them. It would only make sense that she was trying to forcibly get information out of me if she was jealous too. She would want to know if he and I had done anything.

Her flirting with Tobias was confusing, but maybe that was why he wasn’t giving in to her. How many men did she have wrapped around her finger in the castle? Why did the man I was to mate with have to be one of them? Women could be *, but I never thought I would have to experience one so brash as to openly throw it in my face that she was sleeping with the man was to spend the rest of my life with.

The effects of the upcoming full moon were making me stronger than before, not as strong as a wolf, but my bloodline allowed me to be stronger than any human. I was pushing, pulling, and throwing around the weights like a woman on a mission. Each time I felt myself struggle, I thought about Joselin and *locked in his office together, with no witnesses, and I would see red.

I didn’t like it.

I turned to glare at Tobias as he flinched back when I got up from the machine to stretch between sets. His nose wrinkled, and his eyes squeezed *as he moved back.

My hard work was showing, and I knew I had been sweating a lot more than normal, but his reaction was almost offensive.

“Do I smell bad, Tobias?” My frustration sank in through my words, and I placed my hands on my hips. His eyes opened showing the *glowing red of his Lycan, making me take a step back this time.

The longer I stood, I expected my body to begin to cool, but I only seemed to get hotter. My face was burning, and my hands were shaking as pain stabbed through my abdomen.

I bounced on the *of my feet, trying to work out the muscle cramp from over-exerting myself, but failed. My body curled in as another wave of muscle spasms washed through my stomach.

I gasped, looking up to see that he had moved further

had never seen him look so scared. His glowing eyes were flicking back and forth, and I gasped as he stopped his scan of the area and sprinted toward me. His body contorted with each step

the floor with a scream, curling myself in a ball with my arms wrapped around my head as

as

A young maid shouted as she ran into the room.

get you back to your

she pulled at my arm to help me stand.

I stumbled as the she-wolf dragged me from the room. “Someone get King *!” His name sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my muscles begin to uncoil

but was louder than before as if there were more

me forward gasped as the witch I had been picturing punching appeared before us. But I was excited to see Joselin. I

arm from the maid who released me quickly. I yanked free before

as I glared at

as she waved her hand with annoyance. My body slid across the floor toward her from her magic, making

I screamed as I tried to kick myself free. The small voice in the back of my mind was telling me that I was being

we teleported back to my room, and she stepped back as I kicked my foot at her, just barely missing her

rolled onto my hands and knees, desperate to make the pain stop. “I’m

that left me seemed to echo off the walls around us as I glared up at her. You aren’t doing anything for me! You’re training me so I can give up my life for your

my words. Her surprise was evident as her jaw

me! But I’m not here as his chosen mate. I’m here to be

groan as I straightened myself to my full height, refusing to let whatever curse was trying to *me win. Sweat was dripping down my face and neck as the

more intense.

not thinking clearly without him here.” She whispered in awe as she watched me resist the pain, backing away slowly toward the door as I stalked toward

to trigger me further into the black abyss that was *me in. I glared

her, grabbing it before she could close it between us. Tell me this though, witch. Do you feel any guilt? You were so nice to my face,