The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 42

Forty-Two: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

Tobias grunted as I turned to him and let out a deep breath. My eyes felt dry, and my smile fell as soon as Killian was gone. It finally made sense why I felt so connected to him... why I felt like something was missing when he wasn't around. But what I was feeling now was more than just my mate being away from me. I felt a crushing pain in my chest from the news of my parents dying.

They hadn't birthed me, but they were still my parents. I loved them, and now I had lost them. I couldn't even find it in me to be angry at Killian for showing my mother mercy. He had done right by her and sent her to be with my father in the afterlife.

She was dying anyway. He just put her out of her misery.

I met Tobias's eye, and he tilted his head toward the hallway. It was time for me to act like the queen and to be there for the man who had risked his life to protect mine. It wasn't time to grieve, and the more I thought about the events of today, the angrier I was becoming. I wanted revenge. I wanted blood.

It took a moment for me to collect myself, but I lifted my chin and made my way out of the room.

I nodded in greeting to each person I passed on my way to the infirmary, and they dipped into a bow or curtsey in return as I walked by. I could hear the shouting of multiple men over the sound of screaming, and I slowed.

Maybe now wasn't a good time...

But it was too late. As soon as I reached the doorway, I was spotted and several heads turned my way.

the bed, being restrained by several men. The chains around his wrists and ankles hung free, no longer attached to the floor as he thrashed to get away from his pack mates. His face, neck, and chest were a dark burgundy

his lips and spilled

twitched at my side as I resisted

darkness in the room that made the air feel thick and suffocating. It reminded me of the previous queen's room. The scent of death was hovering like a plague,

off. Heath’s head snapped up so that he was

her presence." He hissed, his voice sounding layered and higher pitched than what I had been expecting. Whenever Killian had spoken with his beast, it was deep and rumbled as if he was in a constant state of growling.

It sounded evil.

lump in my dry throat barely moving as

extend my gratitude. Is there anything I can get you?" It was difficult not to fidget as his glossy

him remained tense and continued to hold him down even though he had stopped

his shoulder was in front of me, standing as a barrier between Heath and me. But I could still see around him. I still watched as a smile stretched

keeping their focus on Heath as they stood protectively between us. His eyes never left mine as he pulled at the hands restraining him once again, and

to the ground as I masked my fear behind a blank

as the healers joined the attempt to

hands, and I flinched as they stabbed the needle into the side of Heath's neck. He struggled for a few more seconds, his glare burning into me before he

of my ribs looked up at me, "Your Highness, I do not think it would be wise to have

She was right. He had escalated and had the potential to hurt those around him with

back to signal to him that I would be

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