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.

taking me to new heights as I moaned out his name. Yes, visiting him

still needed to swallow my pride and apologize to Joselin. I still didn’t like that she

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

leaning against the door frame that led from the sitting room

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

I was jealous of how much time you spend with Killian and how

as I spoke, “I was expecting this to be a lot 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

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

bitch and ruined it.” I finished for her as

seemed to slow and still. They were

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

was born with white 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 heal me. It wasn’t until I was eleven

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

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 when I got myself free. I killed them too. Killian’s father found me while he was on a hunt with