The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 77

Seventy-Eight: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

My head moved up and down on Killian's chest with every breath he took. Since I had shifted, my

stamina had significantly increased. While our time together was wild and exhilarating, it was nothing

like now. Now it was pure, raw, and primal.

Killian seemed to be enjoying that he could let himself be free and wild with me. He held nothing back,

and I enjoyed every second of it. Being too rough wasn't an issue when we healed within seconds. My

nails, his nails... my teeth, his teeth. They scratched, scraped, and bit the other person as we lost

ourselves to our natural instinct, but not a single mark was left in the end.

My fingertips trailed over his chest in small circles, enjoying how his fingers mirrored my movements

along my spine. After so long without his touch, I was half tempted to climb back on top of him and

never let him leave the bed again. I felt whole when he was here, even more so when he was inside

me, but I couldn't keep him as a prisoner here. Eventually, someone would barge in looking for him,

demanding he leave our bed.

I didn't want him to, but he had to. As the sun rose in the sky higher with each passing minute, I knew

he was about to.

"Do you want to get an hour or two of sleep before we start the day?" My breasts pressed against his

side as I bent my elbow and rested my chin on the back of my hand over his peck. He was staring at

the ceiling, his hand continuing to travel over my bare flesh, and I could practically see the thoughts

flying through his head. He was with me physically, but the sun was up, and he was now in work mode.

"I can't, my love."

My eyes closed as I savored the way the word rolled off his tongue.

There had been a moment in our relationship where Killian went from calling me Little One to My Love.

I hadn't pinpointed exactly when the change from sexually desired to adored happened. Still, I would

cherish my new term of endearment. Because even though, at the time, he hadn't been ready to tell me

that he loved me, he still indirectly told me in his own way.

I would never get tired of hearing it. But Killian's next statement had me opening my eyes and

anxiously picking my head up.

"We have their location now, but we lost four men. We must plan our attack before they can prepare

any more defenses." His jaw was tense as he

refused to look down toward me, and I knew he was angry at the loss of more of his men. But that was

uncontrollable in war. There would be

losses. We just had to do our best to minimize the casualties.

"How can I help?" My lips pressed against his skin, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth before

clearing his throat.

"I need you to keep training.’ Killian looked down at me, rolling onto his side slowly until we were chest

to chest. "I could care less about my life, but I can't have them take you from me. Even if we were to

lose, I need you to live."

"We won't lose. The good guy always wins, right?" I forced a smile as he pressed a kiss to my

forehead. I knew it wasn't true. It was a very ignorant statement, but I was trying to stay positive.

’History is written by the victors, and the person writing it will always write themselves to be the good

guys."

I mulled over his words briefly, but he changed the subject before I could respond.

’Did you talk to Charlie?"

I winced at his question, knowing I had let him down. Secretly, I hoped I could talk to her before he did,

and we could work things out without him knowing. But he would find out one way or another. I wasn't

going to keep secrets from him.

Killian sighed at my silence and closed his eyes as I pushed myself closer, pecking his lips multiple

times to remove the disappointment from his face.

’Natalie." His knowing tone sounded almost as if he were scolding me, and I let out a grumble of

defeat.

’I tried, but then we argued, and she hasn't talked to me since. But she's still here, and I'll make things

right with her. I promise." I pulled my lip between my teeth, gnawing on it nervously as guilt washed

through me. He had asked for me to take care of his sister while he was risking his life to save our

people.

Instead, we avoided each other for a week, fought, and then went back to silence. It was not what he

had asked of me, and I felt like I had let him down.

"Should I ask what you fought about?" His question made me feel ashamed because it had been him. I

had said things to Charlie that weren't my business to say.

"No, I saw her talking to a few women who aren't exactly trustworthy. It made me angry because I was

sure she was talking about me. When she tried to talk to me later, we just didn't see eye to eye." Killian

pulled his eyebrows together, and I could feel the disbelief in our bond. Even I didn't want to believe

that Charlie had said anything against me, and I had no proof to say that she did. "I don't even know

what she said. But I was just so angry that she was talking about me to that woman!"

'What woman?" Killian's voice deepened.

I rolled away from him, wanting his comfort but not wanting to talk about the woman he had been

fucking before me when we were naked in bed together. It felt wrong...dirty.

"The woman from Charlie's ball. The one who said you had been sleeping with her, and I was just your

plaything to warm your bed." The words tasted like acid, and I kept my gaze away from him as I rolled

out of bed. My back popped as I stretched my arms above my head, trying to act like it didn't bother

me. But it did. It bothered me more than I would like to admit.

I was no angel either. I had been with Jake for years before he mated my sister. But Killian didn't have

to deal with Jake walking around our home. He didn't have to see the constant reminder of the person

who had been sleeping with his mate.

I didn't see her very often. This was only the second time we had crossed paths, but that was two times

too many.

’Lindsey?" He hummed. I glanced in the mirror and smirked that he was very openly checking out my Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

ass as I walked toward the bathroom.

So, she has a name.

The bitter thought felt ridiculous. Even though I could see her in person, knowing her name and hearing

it from his lips made her feel all the more real.

’I didn't realize she had been released yet. Her time in the dungeon was her only warning. If she

disrespects you again, I will kill her.’ He didn't seem to be focused on what he was saying. The

offhanded way he mumbled his response was as if he couldn't be bothered with the woman.

It made me feel good.

I turned to look at him as I reached the bathroom door, and he groaned with happiness as he stared

hungrily at my naked body.

"You would kill her for me?" I asked as I leaned against the cold doorframe, crossing one arm over my

body to grab my other elbow. Killian growled lowly, sending a shot of warmth through my stomach to

my core.

The dark look in his eyes made me lick my lips as he climbed out of bed and marched toward me.

"I would kill anyone for you."