The Beast And The Blessed

Eighty-Eight: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

I didn't trust anyone with Killian or Charlie's blood; everyone in the room seemed to understand that. The healers had also come down but were sitting off to the side after caring for the king's and princess's battle wounds, waiting in case we needed them further.

My hands were shaking as one of the healers, Flora, talked me through inserting the needle into Killian's arm. She could have done it, but the fewer people handling his blood, the better for my peace of mind, and I knew he would feel the same way.

They had said the vein in the neck would be best, but getting a good stick there was impossible with him moving and snapping at me.

He was enjoying my fear.

The back and forth of warmth toward me had died, and there was nothing but malice on his face. The darkness had taken over, leaving me with a man I didn't recognize.

"So weak. I don't know why the Goddess picked you for me. You are a disgrace to the crown." His voice was deeper, his eyes darker. I had expected to see the pure black orbs that would have mirrored Heath's before his death, but the hazel coloring I loved was still there. My teeth clenched together as his words hit me harder than I had anticipated.

"Hold his arm still," Flora said firmly to the guards assisting in restraining Killian.

He was strapped down to bolts in the floor, but there was only so much the chains could do to keep him from moving while I tried to get the needle in his vein, so we had to ask them for help. I was so distracted by the venom he kept spitting at me with every word that I couldn't focus my magic long enough to restrain him myself.

I was still working on using it on command and not just as an emotional reaction.

"You're nothing but a whore. I should have known by the disgusting scars on your back that you weren't worth my time. You weren't even pure when you came to me, begging me to fuck you. You were tainted." His lip was curled in disgust and turned into a snarl as I aggressively shoved the needle into his arm, missing the vein.

as the pain in my chest knocked the air right out of my lungs. I didn't want to believe that what he was saying was what he

true. Were

my eyes as he laughed darkly, enjoying my pain. "You may wear my mark, but you will always be alone. No one wants you. We are all just stuck with you. At least your mother

enough!" My mother's voice filled the room from the doorway, and I refused to look up as she entered the room. What he said was true. She did toss me out as a baby, and he didn't choose me. He was stuck with me. He hadn't wanted a

that had wanted me here was Joselin, and that was because I

literally sealed shut. I was positive he couldn't part them to speak again if he wanted to, and I kept the pack link

the angle of my hand before I inserted it into

lines, like small worms swimming through his bloodstream. It was almost mesmerizing, but I moved quickly to Charlie

of the darkness to return it to its owner's body.

been entirely consumed by the darkness yet and was sitting stunned and silent, I stood behind them, not

with wide eyes, begging for understanding. But I wasn't there yet. How was I to know if the darkness had been affecting her or if

her as I turned to my mother.' There has to be something you can do," I said, standing

over her shoulder. Joselin didn't seem happy about it,

to prevent the darkness from being able to retake control of Killian and Charlie.

my mate's blood. It was bad enough they found a workaround by taking his

sounding distracted. 'There is nothing I can do

eyes at her, waiting for

fully. But I could see the evil glint in his eyes, and I knew I didn't

not all-powerful, my dear, just stronger than others." She responded as she nodded with satisfaction at whatever Joselin was doing and turned to look at

of the vague answers, but my mate came first, and as soon as he was better, I would sit her down and talk to her. I wanted answers, and I wanted to ask if she could help with my training. The biggest one that had been on my mind was my father. Who was he? Where

Agatha, who was approaching with two pendants hanging