The Beast And The Blessed

The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 102

One Hundred Two: Killian

Killian’s P.O.V.

Natalie smiled brightly as we walked down the hallway hand in hand. I had yet to determine if she had ever explored this part of the castle before, but it would soon become her favorite place.

I glanced down at my beautiful mate. My lips pulled into a prideful smile as she walked gracefully, covered in my scent. Never had I imagined that I would be able to feel this level of happiness.

Before her, it was just anger, frustration, and stress. My life was hollow. I kept going because there was always something that I was needed for. Something for me to do, but nothing I enjoyed.

I had a kingdom of people depending on me to keep their lifestyle, safety, and future up to their expectations.

Now I had Natalie depending on me too, and somehow that additional pressure only encouraged me to work harder to give her the life that she deserved, that our kids deserved. This surprise was the first step in providing her what she needed for her mental well-being.

The large white doors were decorated with a golden accent of swirls and markings. Only someone who knew what to look for would see the incantations in the wood. Joselin had worked miracles, and I had complete faith in the result.

“Where are we going?” Natalie asked, tugging on my hand lightly as I stopped walking. She turned to face me, with excitement bubbling beneath the surface.

your study,’ I whispered. Her eyes widened adorably, and her lips parted so beautifully it felt like they were pulling me in. I stole a quick kiss, pulling back before she could compose herself, and watched as she looked over my

across the golden design. She had voiced her admiration for the detailed work countless times since arriving here, and I had ensured the beautiful artistry

that you needed a place of your own to practice freely instead of using the library. She worked hard to complete this for you, but we can make any changes

more. She held her breath as she entered, and her hand moved up to cover

through, I thought they would have bonded more. Yet, with how busy they have both been, it was almost only possible to get them in the same room as each other if they were working on the

her tasks to others so she could have more time for herself. But she needed to fix the runes burned into the

I had faith in my people,

witch’s dream. I requested that it be kept large and open for her to practice, but she had rows of

until recently when Charlie was digging into our family tree after the battle, that we had a witch in the family four generations ago. It finally made sense how I had

glass jar, grimacing when I saw it was filled with siren fangs. “Joselin, put up a protective barrier to contain your magic. When you’re in this

turned, tears were streaming down her pink cheeks. The choked laugh she let out warmed my heart, and I opened my arms as she sprinted toward me,

my waist to stabilize her as she peppered kisses over my face, whispering a “thank you” after

christened your new study instead

the first time. I moved forward until we were only a foot away from the blanket and picnic that was spread out in the middle

it!” She kissed my lips before jumping out of my hold, ignoring my grumble of protest and my hard-on as she moved

something our friendship hadn’t experienced yet. We had kept things from each other, sure. But never

get through it, but she made it