The Beast And The Blessed

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.

I pictured him laying me down on his desk, falling between my legs, and taking me to new heights as I moaned out his name. Yes, visiting him at work sounded like a great idea.

The loud banging on my bedroom door was familiar, and I knew I was safe, but the feeling of dread washed over me when I realized I still needed to swallow my pride and apologize to Joselin. I still didn’t like that she had tried to invade my mind, but at least she wasn’t sleeping with Killian.

cautious as I turned to the side to

that led from the sitting room

by surprise. I had grown used to people walking on eggshells around me and treating me with respect, at least they did to my face. It was something I needed to

I had no right to do that. I was jealous of how much time you spend with Killian and how close

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

at her with

hair that she was embarrassed. “I’ve never had a lot of experience with it. Men love to sleep with me because of my looks and power. They think

it.” I finished for her as

on her skin seemed to slow and still. They

gaze down to her arms before letting out a dark laugh that had the hairs on the back of my neck standing at attention.

with white eyes to human parents, they lost their minds. They spent years. keeping me tied up and calling in every exorcist and doctor they could to heal me. It wasn’t until I was eleven that I

that she was telling 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

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

in her voice was alarming, and I watched her