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.

to go to the infirmary.” I gasped, looking up to see

him look so scared. His glowing eyes were flicking back and forth, and I gasped

with a scream, curling myself in a ball with my arms wrapped around my head as he collided with one of his pack mates behind

snapping jaws were dripping foam as they snarled and bit

she ran into the room. “You

you back

pain as she pulled at my arm to help me stand. “I

and yanked me toward the exit. I couldn’t get my legs to move fast enough, and 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 for a moment of relief before they knotted once more. “Healer,” I gasped as I struggled to pull her hand from my

than

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

Joselin muttered as she reached forward to grab my arm from the

at

her magic, making my head *back as she bent down and grabbed my ankle. The world spun around us as I shouted for her to let me

myself free. The small voice in the back of my mind was telling me that I was being unreasonable, but the

she stepped back as

hands and knees, desperate to make 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 precious king, but you don’t give a

words. Her surprise was evident as her jaw dropped

his chosen mate. I’m here to be his sacrificial lamb! He chose me to be the one to *, so he could live!” I pushed myself up as

refusing to let whatever curse was trying to *me win. Sweat was dripping down my face and neck

more intense.

get *. You’re in heat. You’re not thinking clearly without him here.” She whispered in awe as she watched me resist the pain,

referred to him by his first name seemed to trigger me further into the black abyss that was *me in. I glared at her, willing her

she could close it between us. Tell me this though, witch. Do you feel any guilt? You were so nice to my face, only to turn around and lock yourself in his office