Twelve: Natalie
Natalie’s p.o.v.
I felt ridiculous dressed in such a stunning gown. It was the kind of thing that made me second guess whether or not I was fit to be here. The fabric brushed the ground, shimmering from a pale blue to a pearly white as the light hit it at different angles.
The deep cut that ran between my breasts left the small diamond-crusted wolf pendant to be on display from its long silver chain. Contrary to human beliefs, which they had to learn the hard way, silver did nothing to us, and I adored the necklace as soon as I saw it.
Killian's eyes widened as I rounded the corner, and I had to remind myself to breathe normally as he stood tall and proud with his hands clasped in front of him with his feet shoulder-width apart. The crisp black suit was different than what I had seen him in before, and I let my eyes roam over the more formal wear.
He was a fine man indeed, one that any woman would be lucky to mate with. But I felt a brief moment of longing for more, for a relationship. I wanted a man to look at me the way Killian was and for it to mean something. For him, it seemed to mean nothing, and that was the way he acted as if he wanted it to stay.
The glowing red eyes of his beast forcing his way forward made me want to melt into the floor as he stared at me, and heat traveled up my chest and neck as I blushed. As I looked back up shyly, the red was gone, and in its place were the cold mask and hazel eyes that I had grown frustrated by.
As he turned to face the door, I moved up next to him, gently placing my hand in the crook of his arm.
"You're back to being cold then," I said softly, trying to keep my voice low enough that others wouldn't hear. "For a second, I thought you were actually happy that I was joining you for dinner."
I could feel him looking down at me as I stared ahead at the door. "You look very nice," I whispered, knowing I was only embarrassing myself further by not keeping my thoughts to myself.
His arm pulled closer to his body, taking my hand with him. My hope that it was a move intended to comfort me vanished as soon as he used the hand of the arm I was holding to adjust his jacket.
It was the first time we were being presented to the pack as a united front. Yet, I still knew nothing about Killian beyond how he smelled when he held me at night, that he was cold, and that he was rumored to be cruel to those that opposed him. I had no knowledge of my place in his world and felt butterflies swarming my stomach.
refusing to look at either of us, waiting patiently for US to signal that we were ready
at me. "What am I? Am I to sit back quietly as your chosen,
mark me. He didn't exactly seem to want me
moment before he looked back up at the
in row after row of tables. I knew it wasn't everyone in his pack. There were hundreds, if not thousands more. But having so many eyes on me made me feel like I was back in my old pack, tied to the whipping post with the entire pack watching in satisfaction as I begged
the King," My chest filled with pride as the pack rose to their feet, and Killian stepped forward with his head held high. The lack of introduction for me, was not surprising as I held no official title yet. Even if people wanted to address me as Her Highness in a smaller setting, it was a title
I would become the Queen Consort. I would stand at
was an incredible sight to see each person dip their head in respect at the same time, and Killian guided me to the table at the head of the room, pulling
wouldn't be as alone as I felt. She dipped her head in respect before smiling brightly at me, the black lines etched into her skin, seeming to vibrate against their pale background.
and the rest of the pack followed
brought out shortly after, and I did my best to hide my shaking hands as I took small and careful bites. My nerves were winning, and I hated that there were so many eyes on me. The ones sticking out the
talk, her voice raising with excitement as she continued to tell her story. The more she spoke, the quieter the room seemed to get, and the
was able to hear her, I felt the food I had managed to get down turn to concrete in
minute. Obviously, she wasn't. I think it was twenty lashes, but she still didn't shift by the end of it. I don’t think she'll ever
remember the way the leather bit into my skin like a hot knife slicing through my flesh like butter as I hung from the post. It was their last attempt at trying to force my shift. The Alpha had said
It didn't.
first story she had told of me. If
my past behind, but it was
through the fabric of my dress and into my leg. It was exactly what I needed to lift my chin. I could feel the support in his touch and knew without words that this was my moment to