Natalie's P.O.V. Killian seemed highly amused by me as we ate our lunch together. I would find him staring at me with a small smile or chuckling to himself while I was nibbling on my food. I was happy my mother was here, and she was safe. But the bigger part of my mind was stuck on whether my fath
*** There was a low murmur of voices in the private sitting room on the first floor, but the doors were still open to the hallway, letting the sound carry out for anyone to hear. "You saw something, didn't you? Your aura has changed since the mountains. What did you see, my dear?" My mother's voic
Natalie's P.O.V. My mother nodded subtly as I turned to look at her, answering my unspoken question of whether he knew who I was to him. She managed to look more terrified than I felt, which only made me even more anxious. "Henry," I tested the name, unsure how to address him. I still avoided call
"They are dead," Killian growled out, clearly still unhappy about my treatment in my old home and pack. That would never go away, but I would always be blessed for the life I had now. "I'm sorry to hear that as well," Henry said, looking to Aurora for help as the room fell into an uncomfortable sil
Killian's P.O.V I should have been over the gut-wrenching feeling that settled in my stomach whenever I approached my family crypt where my father lay. The more time that passed, the more secrets I learned about my parents. Every secret I learned about them made me hate them a bit more. Joselin s
I was stunned as she let the side of her head rest against my chest, and I tightened my hold on her. "Sometimes it takes people a long time to accept the love they are offered. It took me months to finally let myself care for and be cared for by Natalie." "Yes," Joselin agreed, but she looked at me
Author’s Note Thank you for reading The Beast and The Blessed! Don’t worry! Natalie and Killian’s story is not over yet! You’ve reached the end of Part One, but Part Two: The Warrior and The Witch is going to be uploaded in THIS book (so keep this book in your library for chapter updates). Killian
Joselin's P.O.V. 11 years old Everything hurt. The throbbing in my head forced a whimper from my lips, and the cold night air made me shiver as it grazed over my body. I had never fallen asleep with my window open before. My parents would have killed me if they knew I had managed to pry the nails