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.

me down on his desk, falling between my legs, and taking me to new heights as I moaned out his name. Yes, visiting

washed over me when I realized I still needed to

as I turned to the side to grab my clothes

led from the sitting room to

me.” 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

“I am sorry. I assumed the worst, and I had no right to do that. I was jealous of how much time you spend with Killian and how close you two

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

in the way her head tipped forward as she fidgeted with her hair that she was embarrassed. “I’ve never had a lot of experience with it. Men love to sleep with

jealous bitch and ruined it.”

to slow and

down to her arms before letting out a dark laugh that had the hairs on the back of

to human parents, they lost their

open, surprised that she was telling me her 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 my powers. Really they were trying to absorb my powers for

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