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 out his name. Yes, visiting him at

realized I still needed to swallow my pride and apologize to Joselin. I still didn’t like that she had tried to invade my mind,

shouted as I crawled out of bed, instantly missing its warmth. The door opened silently, as the witch walked in. I was cautious as I

up, she was leaning against the door frame that led from the sitting room to the bedroom with

by surprise. I had grown used to people walking on eggshells around me and treating me with respect, at

fully. “I am sorry. I assumed the worst, and I had no right to do that. I was

more difficult. I had plans to make your shower water turn to blood and for your food

I could see in the way her head tipped forward as she fidgeted with her hair that she was embarrassed. “I’ve never

like a jealous bitch and ruined it.” I

seemed to slow and still.

letting out a dark laugh that had the hairs on the back of my

parents, they lost their minds. They spent years. keeping me tied up and calling in every exorcist and doctor they could to heal me. It wasn’t until I was eleven that

to hire other witches to try and turn me into a human. They seemed to agree that they would need to bleed me

the process. Their magic now belongs to me. My parents were horrified when I got myself free. I killed them too. Killian’s father found me while he was on a hunt with his guard and took me in.” The lack of emotions in her voice was