Beauty Is The Beast
Chapter 40

Next two chapters are going to be very short because I didn't want to combine them. Which is why I'll be uploading two.

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The Beast placed her gently on the bed, our bed. No other soul has touched these sheets, except for our mate.

Her body was freezing, the life gone out of it. They will find us soon to take the body from us, but for now we'll hold her close.

A small cry sounded from the corner, followed by a gurgling sound. The Beast walked over to the crib we materialized upon arriving. I should've fought back for control the moment we got here, but there was no point. I failed Valentina, and I was afraid to fail my son. There's no doubt the Beast can protect him, not to mention the dragon hasn't left his side.

The Beast wasn't fond of the dragon but I convinced him we needed him alive. As long as the dragon lived there was hope, hope my Valentina was alive. Even though the cold body on the bed said otherwise.

The baby looked up at the Beast, not an ounce of fear in his eyes. There will never be fear in his eyes for as long as I live. The dragon was curled next to him, seeming to be asleep. The Beast didn't dare touch the baby, his talons weren't meant for cuddling, they're meant for killing.

The dragon next to him started to choke, spitting out small balls of fire. The Beast watched him in fascination, but I was worried. He stood on his hind legs, flailing back and forth. Then he dropped, and my heart stopped. No! No no no. His body started to shrivel and sink in on its self. The Beast swiped down to grab him, and the dragon crumbled beneath his claws.

With a roar the Beast went back over to the bed. My heart stopped, where Valentina once was now laid a pile of ash. The Beast dropped to the ground from my wave of agony. The hope I was feeling gone. She was dead, I've lost my mate.

Flame shot from my body, engulfing me and every thing around me. But I didn't feel it and I didn't care about the damage it caused.

And then I remembered the baby. My fire would've engulfed him as well. I looked over at the crib, surprised by the powerful dome around it. Not a lick of flame was touching it. For that I was grateful, I already lost one part of me, I couldn't lose another.

Was this punishment? Was my father punishing me? For bringing the antichrist into this world? Has that always been the payment? Find a woman to carry him and then kill her?

I stood from the floor, rage so pure vibrating through me. Whatever his plan was, he was going to pay for this. I've been playing good for too long. He took something from me and now I will take something that he loves dearly. His favorite creation.

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