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

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

in!” I 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

from the sitting room to the bedroom with her arms

like me from the moment you 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.

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

I 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 time it touched your

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 power. They think of me as some trophy, but we don’t talk. When

ruined it.” I finished for her

seemed to

a dark laugh

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.

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

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.”