The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 32

Thirty-Two: Natalie

Natalie’s P.O.V.

Even when I had watched him murder one of my pack members, I had never heard him sound so angry. It put the fear of the Goddess right into me.

“No,” Killian growled out, and I turned to glare at him and his glowing red eyes. He had no right to tell me what to do or where I would sleep. I needed a break. I needed time to myself to get my thoughts together before I went back to being pushed around. “Things were better. I’ve been trying to make things better.”

The short animalistic way he spoke shocked me, and I stared at him blankly. It was as if his beast was speaking for him.

He looked more hurt than ever before, and I felt a pain in my chest as I realized that I was the one hurting him this time.

A push against my back forced me to take a step toward Killian, and I turned to smack Tobias’s giant hand away from me. Tobias dropped his arm back to his side quickly, but held his gaze on the wall in front of him, refusing to make eye contact with me as I glared at him.

The traitor.

“I really don’t want to fight anymore, Killian,” I said softly, my shoulders falling as I held my bundle of clothes closer to my chest.

“Then we will talk, but at least give me the chance to explain before you start accusing me.” I narrowed my eyes as I saw Joselin move behind him, and he caught me glancing over his shoulder at her. Why was he allowing her to still be in our room after I told her to leave?

He let out a growl of frustration before looping his arm around the small of my back and dragging me back into the room.

“Seal it.” He demanded as he looked past me to Joselin. I hated having my back to her, especially when she was casting magic. I didn’t trust her. At this point, I didn’t trust either of them.

I didn’t see or hear anything, but I knew she had done what he asked when he relaxed a small amount.

“You’re going to hold me prisoner here?” I scoffed as my cheeks finished drying, and my anger came back tenfold. Did his father lock Killian’s mother in a room like this or was she locked in the dungeons?

“No, we are going to talk like adults about this, and then if you choose to still leave, I will allow you to sleep in another room.” He said, holding me tightly to his chest as if he were scared I was going to try to get away again.

“Let me go!” I squirmed, hating the fact that I couldn’t see Joselin behind me. Killian took in a deep breath before releasing me, and I instantly moved a few steps back until she was in my line of sight. The loss of his touch and his warmth helped me to think clearly again, and I turned to glare at Joselin as she sat back on the arm of the couch with confidence. Her ghostly complexion made me want to cut her skin to see if she even could bleed or if she was as evil as I assumed.