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.

as I turned to the side to grab my clothes from my dresser, not quite trusting her enough to turn my back to her by going

up, she was leaning against the door frame that led from the sitting room to the bedroom with her arms

me by surprise. I had grown used

fully. “I am sorry. I assumed the worst, and I had no right to do that. I was

eyebrows raised as I spoke, “I was expecting this to be a lot more difficult. I had plans to make your shower water turn to blood and for your food to turn to dust every time it touched your tongue until

laugh as I stared at her with bewilderment. “You have

her head tipped forward as she fidgeted with her hair that she was

jealous bitch and ruined it.” I

slow

gaze down to her arms before letting out a dark laugh that had the hairs on the back of my

have never liked me. They fear me. She said as she looked up at me with a blank expression. “When I was born with white eyes to human parents, they lost their minds. They spent years. keeping me tied up and calling in every

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 out during a ritual under the full moon to do it. I remember as they chained me down, carved these runes into my skin, and chanted to the Goddess to rid me of my powers. Really they were trying to absorb my powers for themselves. Those

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 on a hunt with his guard and took me in.”

her voice was alarming, and I watched her closely.