The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 28

Twenty-Eight: Natalie

Natalie’s P.O.V.

All of the work the masseuse had put in was pointless as I felt myself tense back up. I cleared my throat, resisting the urge to pull the slices of cucumber from my eyes and look over at her.

“Not very much,” I answered, embarrassed to admit that he hadn’t told me anything about them. I had to find out for myself that his mother was even still alive. At this point, I doubted he would willingly offer any information to me if I asked.

We were still at the ‘tell me your favorite color’ stage even though we had already slept together.

“They didn’t have the best relationship,” Chanlies started, but the hardness of her voice took me aback. Her bubbly and excited tone was gone, and in its place was a darkness that I hadn’t expected.

I wanted to stop her and tell her that Killian would tell me about it in his own time, but I also really wanted to know. Maybe it would help me to understand Killian better.

“My father had given up on finding his fated. He selected my mother as a breeder. She was the strongest female warrior of her pack, and even without the mate bond, he was completely taken by her.” She took a deep breath, and I listened carefully as I heard the slight tremor in her exhale.

It was clearly a difficult story for her to tell, and I didn’t want to interrupt her.

“He tried his best to make her happy. He gave her everything she could ever want.”

The similarity to his son was already at the forefront of my mind, and I had to wonder what happened for the king to be dead and his chosen to be in a coma. Killian had spared no *when it came to me, and I was grateful for it, but knowing that his parents did the same thing and didn’t have a happy ending, I had to wonder what our future held.

“He treated her like a queen, not just because of her title after he marked her, but because he adored her. He loved her with everything he had. She wanted an island, and he gave it to her. She wanted a private jet. She got five.” Charlie paused, and I heard her moving, but I refused to look at her. When she spoke again, her voice sounded more direct, and I knew that she was now facing me instead of laying on the table. “I’m sure you know that the mark of a chosen mate is weaker than the bond of a fated mate. When she found her fated mate, she had an affair.”

The cucumber slid off as I opened my eyes wide in surprise. I had never heard about this before, and it was for good reason. The people would have had a field day with that kind of gossip, and the royal family. would have lost a lot of respect. Charlie looked away from me as I sat up, mimicking her position on the edge of my table with my legs hanging over the side. I grabbed my robe from the foot of my bed and slid it on quickly. This wasn’t the kind of conversation that you laid down for.