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.

legs, and taking me to new heights as I moaned

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

as I crawled out of bed, instantly missing its warmth. The door opened silently, as the witch walked in. I was cautious as I turned to the side to grab my clothes from my dresser, not quite trusting her enough to

the door frame that led from the sitting room

met me, but I don’t appreciate the way you’ve been treating 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 needed to make sure I did for them

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

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

her with bewilderment. “You have an interesting way of interacting 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.

like a jealous bitch and ruined it.” I finished for

to slow and still. They

out a dark laugh that

people have 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

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,

killing them in the process. Their magic now belongs to me.