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

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

from the sitting room to the

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

I was jealous of how

raised as 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

terrifying as always, I could see in the way her head tipped forward as she fidgeted with her hair that

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

to slow and still. They were

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

me with a blank expression. “When I was born with white eyes to human parents, they lost their minds.

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 absorb my powers

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