The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 86

Eighty-Six: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

The door had barely shut behind me when my temper got the best of me. He had no right! King or not!

I spun around on my heels and pushed it open, almost hitting Killian in the face. His hand gripped the edge of the door, and he looked down at me just as shocked as I was. I quickly forced down the feeling and glared at my mate.

"You owe me an apology!” The guards all shifted, and a maid down the hall slowed with a caddy of cleaning materials in her hands. I didn't need the pack link to know they were concerned for my safety. Killian had killed people for far less than my tone. But he was my mate. But I knew Killian wouldn't physically hurt me.

I forced myself to stay strong and kept my glare on Killian even though I felt like I was crumbling inside.

"I was coming after you." He said as a bewildered look crossed his face, sounding as if the idea that he would be chasing after a woman confused him. The fact that we had an audience didn't seem to bother him. Still, the water lining my eyes was not something I wanted them to see, so I refused to look their way.

"You can be mad about your mother. I am too! But you do not get to take your anger out on me!" My finger shoved into his chest, and he looked down at it. "Forget that I am your mate! Set that little fact aside for right now. Me, as Natalie, do you love me?"

Killian let out a growl, looking up at me with hurt in his eyes and making my next breath that much harder to take in. He nodded but answered as I raised an eyebrow at him, "Yes."

"Do you trust me?" I felt powerful as he answered me without hesitation. He didn't have to answer to anyone if he didn’t want to, and he usually wouldn't. But he answered to me.

The corner of his lips twitched as his eyes melted. He was amused, and it only made me more determined. "Yes."

"Then don't talk to me that way, and don't take your anger out on me! We are supposed to be a team!" My finger shoved into his chest again as he smiled widely at me.

"Yes, my love."

I was fuming as he stared on, amused by the situation, still waiting for my apology. "Well?"

Killian stepped forward, forcing my hand to fall to my side. He was enjoying this. I could feel it. The wall he had up had dropped, and while I could still feel his conflicted emotions, they were lighter than before.

"I never should have let my anger affect how I talk to or treat you. You are right, my mate." He reached forward, his hands pulling my hips toward him as he smiled at me.

"That was not an apology. That was a fact.’ I jumped when one of the guards snorted, and I turned my head to see Thomas and George pressing their lips together to hide their laughter. It was a pretty full hallway with my three guards and the guards that usually stood outside Killian's office.

"I am sorry, my love. I let my anger get the best of me."

I didn't get a chance to respond before he pulled me right back into his office and slammed the door shut behind us.