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.

laying me down on his desk, falling between my legs, and taking me to new heights

door was familiar, and 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 to Joselin. I still didn’t like that she had tried to invade my mind, but at least she wasn’t sleeping

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

that led from the sitting room

and aggressive way she greeted me this morning was. warranted, but still took me by surprise. I had grown

fully. “I am sorry. I assumed the worst, and I had no right to do that. I was

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

the way her head tipped forward as she fidgeted with her hair that she was embarrassed. “I’ve never had a lot of experience

bitch and ruined it.” I finished for her as

skin seemed to slow and still. They

gaze down to her arms before letting out a dark laugh that had the hairs on

to human parents, they lost their minds. They

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 trying to

process. Their magic now belongs to me. My parents were horrified when I