The Beast And The Blessed

The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 35

Thirty-Five: Natalle

Natalie’s P.O.V.

I had woken up alone before. I had woken up with him holding me. But this morning, I woke up to a gentle kiss on my lips as he whispered goodbye. My sleepy heart began to race instantly, hammering away in my chest at the sweet moment.

When he wanted to be, the man could be smooth. I would give him that.

I cracked my eyes open and watched him walk out of the room. Only this time, his shoulders looked lighter as he left to complete his royal duties. It made me happy to see that our conversation over the past two nights had been beneficial.

There were things that I needed to change and things that he needed to change. But overall, the changes. were happening, and they were positive.

It made me smile as I considered stopping by his office later to see him. Perhaps I would bring him food, or maybe I would be the food.

laying me down on his desk, falling between my legs, and taking me to new heights as I moaned

and I knew I was safe, but the feeling of dread washed over me when I realized I still needed to swallow my pride and apologize to Joselin. I

cautious as I turned to the side to grab my clothes from my dresser, not quite trusting her enough to turn my back to

led from the

The sudden and aggressive way she greeted me this morning was. warranted, but still took me by surprise. I had grown used to people walking on eggshells around me and treating me with respect, at least they did to my face. It was something I needed to make sure I did for them as well. They deserved to be treated

I was

more difficult. I had plans to make your shower water turn to blood and for your food to turn to dust every time it touched your tongue until you

and terrifying as always, I could see in the way her head tipped

like a jealous bitch and ruined it.” I finished

skin seemed to

letting out a dark laugh that had

eyes to human parents, they lost their minds. They spent years. keeping me tied up and calling in every exorcist and doctor they could to

story. “It’s ironic, really. They hated me for being different. They didn’t want me to be supernatural but they were willing to push aside their hatred for my kind long enough to hire other witches to try and turn me into a human. They seemed to agree that they would need to bleed me out during a ritual under the full moon to do it. I remember as they chained me down, carved these runes into my skin, and chanted to the Goddess to rid me of

Their magic now belongs to me.