The Beast And The Blessed

Thirty-One: Natalie

Natalie’s P.O.V.

My chest was burning as I made my way around the ballroom. The need to hide away was getting stronger with each passing moment that Kil*ian remained absent. Every time I walked past a woman who would send me a side-eye, I had to wonder if she had been sleeping with my mate too.

How many women here hated me not because I was human, but because they had hoped they would be the one selected as the king’s chosen?

Charlie kept catching my eye as she interacted with her companions. Her group was loud and boisterous, having a grand time and enjoying the free drinks and food that were both spread out and being carried around by servers.

I steered clear of them, not wanting to bring them down with my sour mood. Instead, I kept my eyes peeled for K*lian.

I wanted to turn and ask Tobias how long I needed to be present before I could turn in for the night. Instead, I bit my tongue and pushed back what little pride I had left as I watched happy couples dancing and enjoying the ball while I stood alone to the side, feeling the weight of the tiny tiara on my head.

When the crowd began to thin as the night went on, I looked to Tobias, hoping he would catch my silent request, and he did. With a curt nod of confirmation, I turned on my heels and made my way from the ballroom and back to my room.

a familiar feeling of foreboding, the same one that had settled deep into my gut before I

turned to him, and he took his place against

my chest. The shaking of his head crushed me, and I put my face into my hands as I took several deep breaths to calm myself. It was one thing not to be alone in his office, but to have someone else in our bedroom, our personal space… The broken whisper that left me tumbled free as the last of my walls fell down. “I

looked confused and opened his *as if he finally wanted to say something, but I had already reached my breaking

She had one hand rubbing his shoulder as he stared into the distance. They both froze when I walked in, and as innocent as their position was, I was deeply hurt that he hadn’t even bothered

to the room that we shared, and

but I cut her off as I

not caring that I had

my eyes at her as I reached up and took the tiara from my

don’t really give a *what you were doing. I want you out of my bedroom!” What I really wanted to yell at her, was that I wanted her out of my relationship. I wanted

scolded, but I turned

are gone! You left me there alone, all night, to be judged and publically humiliated by your pack as the *human who, according to them, is just warming your bed for the time being. Then I come back to find that you brought ‘her’ to our room. It’s the only place that I have in this *castle,

I was well aware that she could ki* me in