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

I 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, but at least

in. I was cautious as I turned to the side to grab my clothes from

from the sitting room to the bedroom with her arms crossed, and her hip cocked

was. warranted, but still took me by surprise. I had grown used to

that. I was jealous of how much time you spend with Killian and how close you two are. You didn’t deserve me taking out

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

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 looks and

bitch and ruined it.” I finished

to slow

a dark laugh that had the hairs on the back

never liked me. They fear me. She said as she looked up at me with a blank expression. “When I 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

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

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 his guard and took me in.” The lack of emotions in