The Beast And The Blessed

One Hundred Two: Killian

Killian's P.O.V.

Natalie smiled brightly as we walked down the hallway hand in hand. I had yet to determine if she had ever explored this part of the castle before, but it would soon become her favorite place.

I glanced down at my beautiful mate. My lips pulled into a prideful smile as she walked gracefully, covered in my scent. Never had I imagined that I would be able to feel this level of happiness.

Before her, it was just anger, frustration, and stress. My life was hollow. I kept going because there was always something that I was needed for. Something for me to do, but nothing I enjoyed.

I had a kingdom of people depending on me to keep their lifestyle, safety, and future up to their expectations.

Now I had Natalie depending on me too, and somehow that additional pressure only encouraged me to work harder to give her the life that she deserved, that our kids deserved. This surprise was the first step in providing her what she needed for her mental well-being.

The large white doors were decorated with a golden accent of swirls and markings. Only someone who knew what to look for would see the incantations in the wood. Joselin had worked miracles, and I had complete faith in the result.

"Where are we going?” Natalie asked, tugging on my hand lightly as I stopped walking. She turned to face me, with excitement bubbling beneath the surface.

"I thought we could eat lunch together in your study,’ I whispered. Her eyes widened adorably, and her lips parted so beautifully it felt like they were pulling me in. I stole a quick kiss, pulling back before she could compose herself, and watched as she looked over my face before turning to the doors to our right.

smile, and she lifted her fingertips, dragging them across the golden design. She had voiced her admiration for the detailed work countless times since arriving here, and I had ensured the beautiful artistry was one of the main requirements for her

She worked hard to complete this for you, but we can make any changes you want. It is entirely your space." I motioned with my hand to the doorknob. She immediately wrapped her hand around it, impatient to see the

love her more. She held her breath as she entered, and her

that she refused to show her hard work to Natalie herself. After everything the women have been through, I thought they would have bonded more. Yet, with how busy they have both been, it was almost only possible to get them in the same room

and delegating some of her tasks to others so she could have more time for herself. But she needed to fix the runes burned into the floors around the castle first. I was grateful they hadn't caught anyone, but I was tired of seeing

faith in my people, myself, and

be kept large and open for her to practice, but she had rows of shelves against the walls filled with everything any witch could ever

about it myself. I didn't even know until recently when Charlie was digging into our family tree after the battle, that we had a witch in the family four generations ago. It finally made sense how I had always been able to sense Joselin's magic and how my mother had powers after her wolf had died. It

saw it was filled with siren fangs. "Joselin, put up

pink cheeks. The choked laugh she let out warmed my heart, and I

her butt to hold her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist to stabilize her as she peppered kisses over my face, whispering

christened your new study instead of fucking in the

growling during the first time. I moved forward until we were only a foot away from the blanket and picnic that was spread out in the middle of the room. Natalie kissed my jaw as she ran her

you. It is perfect! I love it!" She kissed my lips before jumping out of my hold, ignoring my grumble of protest and my hard-on as she moved to take a seat for

on with her was something our friendship hadn't experienced yet. We had kept things from

optimistic that we could get through it, but she made it clear that she would need time, so I would give it to