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.

be. I had the feeling it was where I would 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

before the mystery door. I was terrified of

the hurt in my chest as I worked myself up to open the door. Would he be on the other side, sleeping in

It was the only bedroom I had seen him sneaking out of, but it didn’t mean it was

was brightly lit as I pushed the door open, so I knew he wouldn’t be asleep, but he wasn’t there. It was the woman 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

that she would have 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 just as stunning now as she was at

felt suffocating, and I knew that she was closer to

than life.

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 me with my ribs several days before stood in the doorway

hasn’t she been healed? How long has she been like this?” I didn’t want to ask the question that was at the forefront of my mind,

great deal with the loss of her mate. Even we cannot treat the soul.” She moved to the other side of the queen, Lillian

be with her mate, but her body and soul were holding on to

the wall. It was only seconds later that the familiar sight of the king rounded the entrance and stopped short as he stared

glanced from her and back to me. “Natalie, what are you

at him in surprise. After this morning, I had. been ready to yell and

realize this was your mother’s room,” I said, not answering his question but also not needing to. I still had a book full of questions

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