The Beast And The Blessed

The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 107

Two: Joselin

Joselin’s P.O.V. – Present Day

One had to be a special kind of stupid to let their ignorance feed their fear.

Yet, as I stepped into the pub, the room fell silent. Bodies shifted, and multiple people began collecting their belongings to make a quick escape. Only one person in the building should have been afraid of me, and he was sitting with his back to me at the bar, trying to enjoy his day off.

I was about to ruin that.

My chest warmed as my eyes ran across his broad back and shoulders. He didn’t bother turning to look at me as I approached him. I rested my elbows on the counter next to him as the bartender placed a beer in front of me and then rushed to the other end of the bar.

The sound of feet scurrying away as the room rapidly emptied made me grit my teeth, knowing I would have to leave a large tip to make up for the loss of his business. A quick scan of the room showed only a few castle guards, who were used to me, had chosen to stay and were enjoying their meals.

But that was how it worked. I used to let their reactions get to me. The people would take one look at my long white hair and colorless eyes, and they would leave. When I was first brought here, a few people protested King Amery from taking me in. They lost, but it still bothered me.

But now, even though most of them had grown used to me, I embraced it.

I loved that I instilled a deep-seated fear in people. Humans, Lycans, Wolves, Fae… you name it.

Except him.

He had never been afraid of me, not since day one. At least, that was what

I told myself. In reality, our past was a bit more complicated than that… more painful.

him. I wasn’t hungry, but I

my attention. The warmth of his body managed to make it through his jeans and into my skin. It was glorious, and I dropped my hands

when he briefly looked

a favor. But seeing how he looked at me, his pupils dilated, and

man was a god, always just out of reach. If my family had been

The two didn’t mix.

I was afraid of

a favor,” I muttered, bitter that I had to show up in a place like this to ask for help. “But you’ve been avoiding me. Should I even ask, or

me a few months ago to toss my reservations aside and go for it with Tobias. But there was no point to it. He had a soulmate somewhere out there, and when he found her, she would be

to be loved by Tobias, even for a limited time, would have been worth the heartbreak

the others. Other men fell at my feet if I approached them. They loved to be able to say

I had only ever felt that way for Tobias; for the one man that rejected

humiliation of his repeated rejections. It wasn’t worth the pain if I never got the chance to be with him. But that didn’t mean it didn’t still hurt every time I saw him or was

everything he could to avoid me over the past two weeks. Now I was here, humiliating myself again in public

only one I trusted to keep it a secret, not only because there were very few people

my attention. His eyes were open, holding steady on me as he sipped his ice

large gulp of

around my beer mug as it hit the wooden top of the bar, staring

me to explain. But even thinking the words make a ball form in my throat. How did I tell him that the horror I had experienced as a child may have happened again to someone else? How do I tell him what I had seen

placed his hand over mine on the bar top. Sparks erupted across my skin, and I felt my breathing halt as I stared at our hands. It wasn’t the first time he had initiated contact between us. Still, it was the first time he didn’t pull away immediately.

pocket and leave some money. My heart dropped when he let go of my hand, but I masked my emotions and did the same, leaving a couple hundred as

my eye, I watched as Tobias lifted his hand instinctively as if he were going to place it on my lower back. But he clenched his hand in a fist and pulled his arm back to his

he wouldn’t want to. He had made it very clear over the past couple of months that he wasn’t interested in

me was overshadowed by the humiliation when I looked up and saw the remaining

of the building. Still, I knew they could hear my heart beating erratically and my uneven breathing as I shoved my feelings down. If he didn’t want to touch me or want me touching him anymore, I would do my best to avoid it