The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 62

Sixty-Two: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

Loud talking disrupted my sleep, and I fought the urge to yell at them to shut up. But I was distracted by the sparks shooting through my hand. I knew right away that it was Killian. I had felt them before but never this extreme. Was this how he felt our bond? Was it because of the ceremony when I drank his blood, or was it because I had finally shifted and my wolf was present?

It felt as if I had drunk too much alcohol and had blacked out. I had no memory of last night beyond the first stabbing of pain once I had been crowned the queen.

"Did I do it?" I mumbled in my sleep-infused and groggy voice. The talking stopped, and the sparks danced over my cheeks as Killian cupped my face.

"You're awake. Thank the Goddess, you're awake!" He pressed a firm kiss down on my lips before pulling back and kissing my nose and cheeks in a flurry of happiness. I giggled as I forced my eyes open. His beautiful hazel eyes stared back at me with joy.

"What did she look like?" I wondered, the smile growing larger as I tried to feel in my mind for my wolf.

Killian pulled back, and the room fell silent.

It was then that I realized I was not in our room. The overhead florescent lights were harsh, and I glanced around the rows of empty beds and the healers who were watching me with sad smiles. My head fell back against the pillow as my hope was crushed.

"No. No. No. No." The repeated whisper had Killian pulling back slightly, rubbing his hands back over my hair as if he were smoothing it down.

"Baby, you didn't shift." His words were the final crack in the damn, and a tear silently fell over my cheek.

"No! I felt her! I was going to shift!" My protests were wasted on deaf ears as I dug harder in my mind to find any trace or proof of my wolf's presence.

If Killian's blood and the full moon didn't help me shift, I had the feeling that nothing would. I was going to be trapped in a human body forever. I would never be strong enough to save Killian on the battlefield, and I would never feel whole. My parents were probably rolling in their graves at my failure.

A flash of resentment toward the Goddess flooded my system. She was toying with me. She was punishing me for something I wasn't even aware I had done. Was it this life or a past one that I had offended Her so?

She gave me my parents and made sure they would find me and take me into their lives, just to have them turn on me when I failed to live up to their expectations. She gave me a wolf but refused to let me shift. She gave me a mate and a crown, but she would be taking that away too when I failed to save my mate. I would be a human among a field of supernatural creatures. Even if I did save Killian, there was no way I would be walking away alive.

One bite from a vampire, and I would be dead. The poison would be too much for my frail human body.

"We can try again! We have a plan. We just need you to get better first." Killian insisted. The heartbreak in his eyes had me closing my own. I didn't need to see how I had let him down too. He deserved a strong queen, and I would do my best to give him that. But I also needed a moment to embrace my emotions before I pushed them back down and stood tall next to him.

"It's not going to happen. Just forget about it." I whispered before opening my eyes as Killian used his thumbs to wipe away the tear tracks down my cheeks. "I just need to train harder. I won't let you down."

I tried not to imagine the glee my old pack must have been feeling as they watched me fail to shift once again. I would prove them all wrong one day.