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.

feeling it was where I would find him, but I really didn’t want to

as I 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

to open the door. Would he be on the other side, sleeping in someone else’s bed? Would she be wrapped in his arms the same as

the one place I didn’t want to find him. It was the only bedroom I had seen him sneaking

chest rose and fell slowly in time with the machine next to her. The low beeping of the monitor showing her steady heartbeat, made me freeze. I had seen portraits of her before, but I had never

thought I would. She was

her head, and she was wrapped up in a hospital gown with a blanket tucked around her.

a darkness that felt suffocating, and I knew

than life.

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

at the forefront of my mind, but I was sure it was as clear as day on my face. Why were the people

with the loss of her mate. Even we cannot treat the soul.” She moved to the other side of the queen, Lillian Amery. She hung the bag from the metal post, efficiently switching

this. She just wanted to be with her mate, but her body and soul were

the wall. It was

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

ready to yell and fight

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

He demanded with a firm tone, and I looked to the healer from the corner of my eye, grateful when she continued to