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

when I realized I still needed to swallow my pride and

missing its warmth. The door opened silently, as 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 turn my back to her by going into the

I looked up, she was leaning against the door frame that led from the sitting room to the bedroom with her arms crossed, and her hip

still took me by surprise. I had grown used to people walking on eggshells around me

to face 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 two are. You didn’t

to make your shower water turn to blood and for your food to

the way her head tipped forward as she fidgeted with her

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

skin seemed to slow and still. They were

a dark laugh that had the hairs on the back of my

human parents, they lost

me her story. “It’s ironic, really. They hated me for being different. They didn’t want 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

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. I killed them too. Killian’s father found me while he was on a hunt with his guard and