The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 99
Ninety-Nine: Killian
Killian’s P.O.V.
Natalie stood in the hallway that led to my office, staring at the glass mural for over an hour before George alerted me.
I knew Tobias never would have told me. He had an extreme loyalty to Natalie that I was impressed with, but I wanted to know things like this.
How would I know if Natalie was not okay if they hid things like this from me? All I felt from her since the battle was numbness. It was almost draining to have that constant feeling in the back of my head, but I was determined to continue to support and love her for as long as she would let me.
“Were you coming to see me?’ I asked softly as I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
Her skin was cold, and I held her tightly to my body to share my warmth. Natalie sighed softly as she let her body fall back against mine.
“Yes, but I got distracted.”
I bit back a chuckle at her admission, pressing my face into her hair.
Her gift for personal gain?” Natalie was staring at the final image of the full Lycan form on the far right of the
than those stuck on four paws. “I think She is proud of you. She wouldn’t have given you the ability if she didn’t want it to happen. Everything happens for
could have stopped it
I held her to me for another moment before pulling her back to my office. Everything she had felt from the war a few days ago had been locked
she had shut
wasn’t the same woman she was before, and I wasn’t expecting her to be. She would have to accept what happened, and I would be there
behind me, and Natalie pulled away to stand with her back
you a baby right now.” Her statement made my head move back in surprise. That was what was on her mind? The baby that we said we would eventually
all the time in the world, my love. I’m in no rush. Is that what you have been worried about?” Natalie’s
stand in front of my seat behind my desk. Her shoulders fell when I moved
think it is a good time until I can get myself under control.” She pushed off the bookshelf and walked behind one of the visitor’s chairs, placing her hands on it. The backrest molded to her fingers as her grip tightened on the
Control?
control since we got back. I hadn’t even seen her react when we buried our lost and
She had been
like you are
her lids. This was it. This was what I had been waiting
a bitter laugh as the first tears rolled down her cheeks. “But I didn’t even feel it happen. She insisted that I let go, and I don’t even know how I
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