The Beast And The Blessed

The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 85

Eighty-Five: Natalie

Natalie’s P.O.V.

The tension in the room was so thick that I felt like we were swimming in it. Charlie’s glare was locked on me, and I matched it with as much anger as I could muster.

Killian was fuming as he sat behind his desk, staring at us like a father about to scold his daughters instead of my mate, who had saved me from his blood-thirsty sister. I wasn’t sure what I had done wrong, but from the curl of disgust on his lips, I had done something.

It might have been because I had thrown his sister through the wall of their mother’s bedroom in front of a dozen people. Perhaps it was because I hadn’t told him I was planning on returning to where his father had tried to talk to me before I did it. I knew he had been worried about me after yesterday, and he would have said no to me going…which is precisely why I didn’t ask for permission.

It was now time to beg for forgiveness.

“Killian,” I started before biting my tongue, knowing that the one who spoke first in any argument or negotiation almost always lost.

He lifted his hand as he closed his eyes. If he hadn’t been so angry, I would assume he had been in pain from me saying his name. But if he was, he hid it well because hatred was all I could see when he looked at me again. 1

“The fighting stops now. Figure your shit out!” He growled, sitting back in his chair with his hands crossed over his stomach as he looked between Charlie and me. The relaxed stance was a farce, as his knuckles were white from how tightly he held his hands together.

I turned to Charlie, seeing her glare had never left me. “I did not….”

“You may wear my mother’s crown, but you had no right to go near her! I expressly ordered for my mother to be left alone!” She yelled, pushing herself up to stand but stopping when Killian gave a feral growl of warning.

“You…” I tried again, gritting my teeth when she yelled over me again.

“You can be executed for harming a royal family member.” Her claws extended, and her nails made small popping noises as they punctured the fabric over the arms of the chair.

her family… so much for being sisters. We were bound by our connection to Killian but

as

glaring at Killian like a pouting child. I shook my

looking down at Charlie. “I am the queen

but I could see the fire burning in her eyes. Once I had children with Killian, our children would become the heirs, and Charlie would no

mother, and I respect that, but you have no right to lash out at

our faces were only a foot apart. My magic was swirling beneath my skin, and I felt victorious as she was forced back against the cushion and was unable to move. “You say you’re the princess, so stop acting like you’re the queen. You also say we are sisters, but you don’t know the meaning of the word. You

anyone is going to be executed, it will

me as her eyes watered, but her mouth stayed shut. I wasn’t sure if that was my doing or if she didn’t have anything

always protect her. But it was an impactful reminder of the power I now held because of the mark on my neck. I turned

Charlie, but the hatred was still on his face as his eyes met mine.” Charlotte, go

Charlie drop. Why hadn’t he reprimanded her for attacking his mate? Perhaps he was satisfied with how I had done it, but the look on his face said otherwise. Only a

almost felt like a stranger with the desk between us as I sat down. This time I stayed silent as I waited for him to speak. I had won the first battle, but this would be

bit my lip as the very

wall, as if he were intentionally holding everything else back from

felt my confusion in our bond. The way he was staring at me was not that of a mate nor an equal. It made me feel about two inches tall, and the confidence I had during my conversation with Charlie

of

we were equals. Are you mad that I could have put myself in danger or that

somehow sounded so loud. I could hear my blood pumping through my veins. Would he really be so shallow as to be bothered by having a mate more powerful

for the rest of the council who were under the

She is acting like a spoiled brat, and I am sick of it! She hurt you time and time again, and now she attacked me publically. I don’t deserve it. Neither one of us do!”

always had a special connection with my mother. She is very protective of her, and I agree that she should have some say in what happens to our mother.” Killian placed his clasped hands on the desk as he leaned forward,

us! Why do you let her get away with it all the time?” I stood,

be lessening, and the mask over his emotions only seemed to be hardening with each passing word.” She gets a little more