The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 3

Natalie's P.O.V

I could feel my heart breaking all over again the longer I stayed in the pack house the next morning.

Haylee never came home last night, and I knew she was right upstairs, sleeping next to the man who claimed he loved me just two days ago. The man who had promised me forever.

The dryness in my mouth and throat made it hard to swallow, but no matter how much I drank, I couldn't seem to get past the utter devastation flowing through my veins.

As little as I wanted to be here, I had chores to do. The Lycans would be arriving in a matter of hours, and as the lowest-ranking pack member, I was stuck with cleaning up the mess from the party. My goal had been to get in and out as soon as possible, but when I heard footsteps hit the stairs, I knew I had taken too long.

The pile of vomit I was cleaning up had me ready to gag, and I knew if I didn't get it off the floor, depending on who was about to join me, there was a good chance my face would end up in it. But I had stupidly saved it for the end, knowing it would be the worst part of the mess to clean.

"Tilly?" His voice called out softly, and my spine straightened as goosebumps covered my flesh.

It was an odd sensation, having the only person I ever felt safe around suddenly be the cause of my fear and panic. I didn't like it. While the rest of the pack loved to hurt me, the emotional pain he caused was much worse than any broken bone or cut.

"Please, just leave me alone," I whispered as I placed the rancid paper towel into the trash bag by my legs. "I have work to do."

The sound of his feet padding across the hardwood floor made my stomach roll, and I could feel him getting closer to me. I used to feel butterflies, but now there was a cold dread that washed over me.

My hands shook as I reached for the spray bottle and began to spray the floor so I could wipe up the rest of the disgusting bile.

"I figured you would be down here early to clean." He said, and I tensed as I heard him stop only a couple of feet away. Knowing that he had been thinking about me and had gotten up early just to talk to me made me happy and feel sick at the same time.

I fought the urge to cry at the sound of his voice, but it was like the well had dried. I had no more tears left to shed.

"We need to talk about yesterday," He trailed off, sounding irritated as I kept my back to him and began to scrub the cleaner off the floor. "Look at me, Tilly."

The nickname made me cringe. Yet each time he said it, he reminded me of who I was. Silly Tilly.

I placed the paper towel in the trash bag before taking my yellow kitchen gloves off and getting to my feet. "Why should I? I won't trust anything that comes out of your mouth. You lied to me for years, Jake!"

"What did I lie to you about, huh?"

"Everything!" I snapped as I turned to face him. "Why don't we start with, 'I love you', or 'I hate your sister. She's such a bitch'."

I watched as his eyes swirled with the black of his wolf surfacing.