The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 31

Thirty-One: Natalie

Natalie’s P.O.V.

My chest was burning as I made my way around the ballroom. The need to hide away was getting stronger with each passing moment that Kil*ian remained absent. Every time I walked past a woman who would send me a side-eye, I had to wonder if she had been sleeping with my mate too.

How many women here hated me not because I was human, but because they had hoped they would be the one selected as the king’s chosen?

Charlie kept catching my eye as she interacted with her companions. Her group was loud and boisterous, having a grand time and enjoying the free drinks and food that were both spread out and being carried around by servers.

I steered clear of them, not wanting to bring them down with my sour mood. Instead, I kept my eyes peeled for K*lian.

I wanted to turn and ask Tobias how long I needed to be present before I could turn in for the night. Instead, I bit my tongue and pushed back what little pride I had left as I watched happy couples dancing and enjoying the ball while I stood alone to the side, feeling the weight of the tiny tiara on my head.

When the crowd began to thin as the night went on, I looked to Tobias, hoping he would catch my silent request, and he did. With a curt nod of confirmation, I turned on my heels and made my way from the ballroom and back to my room.

the same one that had settled deep

in curiosity as I turned to him, and he took

took several deep breaths to calm myself. It was one thing not to be alone in his office, but to have someone else in our bedroom, our personal

and over my pain. Tobias looked confused and opened his *as if he finally wanted to

him on the arm of the couch. She had one hand rubbing his shoulder as he stared into the distance. They both froze when I walked in, and as innocent

to the room that we shared, and where we

speak, but I cut her off as I walked past

I ordered, not caring that I had

she stood, I saw her in the reflection of the mirror, and I narrowed my eyes at her as I reached up and took the

don’t really give a *what you were doing. I want you out of my bedroom!” What I really wanted to yell at her, was that I wanted her out of my relationship. I wanted her away from the man who claimed I was his and who would be mine. All my thoughts

but I turned

judged and publically humiliated by your pack as the *human who, according to them, is just

direction. I was well aware that she could ki*

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