The Beast And The Blessed

Twenty-Two: Natalie

Natalie’s P.O.V.

Even after a cold shower, I was fuming. I wanted to give Killian an earful and make sure that he understood just how damaging last night had been to our relationship… whatever relationship we had.

I knew he wouldn’t care, but that didn’t stop me. My first stop had been his office, but when I found that empty, I tried every common room that I knew of, including the gym and the training field. Yet, he was nowhere to be found.

It was like he knew I was on a warpath, and he vanished.

Although the rational side of my brain told me that he wouldn’t be scared of me, a human. Perhaps he was trying to save me from publically embarrassing myself further after I had shamelessly thrown myself at him last night. It was bad enough that the servants would be seeing the blood on the sheets from when his claws had punctured my hips and the proof that we had not been trying for the heir that the kingdom was expecting.

When it was discovered that I wasn’t pregnant and that I didn’t bare their king’s mark, I would be seen as a failure.

I stopped in the middle of the garden, glancing around the grounds and ignoring the eyes on me. There were hundreds of people that I had seen in the past hour, but none of them belonged to my alleged mate.

I turned to Tobias, lowering my voice even though there was no one in my immediate vicinity. “He is hiding. Is he not?”

My bodyguard smirked as he stared at me, refusing to give away any information on his beloved king.

find him, but I really didn’t want to be right. To have him go there after the night we had together felt like it would be the final *to my already beaten confidence. It would destroy

turned back into the castle, I found myself making my way toward the infirmary and stopping before the mystery door. I was terrified of what I may find, even more so when Tobias stopped several paces back and took his stance against the

my chest as I worked myself up to open the door. Would he be on the other side, sleeping in someone else’s bed? Would she

him. It was the only bedroom I had seen him sneaking

lying in the bed that took my breath away. Her chest rose and fell slowly in time with the machine next to

would. She was supposed to

bright emerald irises staring back at me. There was no crown on her head, and she was wrapped up in a hospital gown with a blanket tucked around her. But she

was a thickness in the air, a darkness that felt suffocating,

than life.

voice called out from behind me, and I looked over my shoulder, not realizing that I had been moving closer to the comatose queen. The young healer who had helped

question that was at the forefront of my mind, but I was

treat the soul.” She moved to the other side of the

decades. She didn’t deserve this. She just wanted to be with her mate, but her body and soul were holding on to this

against the wall. It was only seconds later that the familiar sight of the king rounded the entrance and stopped short as he stared at me standing next to his

and back to

ready to yell and fight with him until I got the answers that I deserved. But he sounded defeated as he held

answering his question but also not needing to. I still had a book full of questions for him

healer from the corner of my eye, grateful when she continued to