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.

my legs, and taking me to new heights as I moaned out his name. Yes, visiting

I knew I was safe, but the feeling of dread washed over me when I realized I still needed to

I turned to the side to grab my clothes from

led from the sitting room to the

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

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 two are. You didn’t

lot more difficult. I had plans to make your shower water

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

and ruined it.” I finished for her as she trailed off, noticing as

skin seemed to slow and still.

a dark laugh that had the hairs on the back of

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

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

of everything they had, killing them in the process. Their magic now belongs to me. My parents were horrified when I got