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 to new heights as

I realized I still needed to swallow my pride

I was cautious as I turned to the side to grab my clothes from my dresser, not

up, she was leaning against the door frame that led from the sitting

by surprise. I

do that. I was jealous

to be a lot more difficult. I had plans to make your shower water

with people.” She shrugged as she flicked her long white hair over her shoulder. While her back was straight and she. looked as fierce and terrifying as always, I could see 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 me because of my

a jealous bitch and ruined it.” I finished for her as she trailed off, noticing as

skin seemed to slow and still. They

her arms before letting out a dark laugh that had the hairs on the back of my neck standing

“When I was born with white eyes to human parents, they lost their minds. They spent years. keeping me tied up and calling in

to try and turn me into a human. They seemed to agree that they

head. “They had no idea how powerful I was, even that young. Once they had tethered my magic to theirs, I was able to drain them of everything they had, killing them in the process. Their magic now belongs to me. My parents were horrified