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.

his desk, falling between my legs, and taking me to new heights as I

knew I was safe, but the feeling of dread washed over me when I realized I still needed to swallow my pride and apologize

shouted 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

looked up, she was leaning against the door frame that led from the sitting room to the bedroom

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 as well.

her fully. “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

your shower water turn to blood and for your food to

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

jealous bitch and ruined it.” I finished

to

followed my gaze down to her arms before letting out a dark laugh that had

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 that I got my

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

“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 when I got myself free.