The Beast And The Blessed

The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 116

Eleven: Tobias

Tobias’s P.O.V.

She had wanted me, and I had pushed her away.

She was done waiting. I was out of time.

I knew with every beat of my heart and breath in my lungs that I wanted her to be mine. Everything about her drew me in, called to me. She was the embodiment of seduction. But she was also funny, intelligent, and loyal. Every time we spoke, all of my responsibilities vanished from my mind, and I just wanted to spend all of my time with her.

Even Ana didn’t make me feel this way; that had been a hard pill to swallow. I had tried so hard to protect her and to love her. But I had failed on both accounts. It was unnatural. It was against the will of the Goddess.

My beast felt the pull to Ana, but my mind had always been on Joselin. For that, I would never be able to let Ana go. The guilt alone was too much for me.

I ripped open the door to my father’s house. The musty smell of the abandoned property made my nose wrinkle in disgust. It had been so long since I had been here. I hated doing it. It always brought back too many memories.

Yet, I also hadn’t built up the courage to fix the place, so I could sell it. It was mine now that my father was gone, but the horrific memories inside made me want to burn the place down instead. I didn’t want to have to go through and renovate it to hide the horrors of my past.

I was physically strong enough to do it, but I didn’t know if my mind could handle it. The easiest of the issues would be the scratches on the inside of the door and walls of the closet in my childhood bedroom.

The most difficult would be having to rip up the flooring and replace it to hide the blood stains on the first floor.

I had thought I could mentally prepare myself to move on and offer Joselin everything she could ever want. It didn’t seem possible with the ghosts of my past still here. Maybe this was the closure I needed.

I had always hated this house. Every room was walled off from the others, making it darker than I’d like. The closed off floor-plan was exactly what I had avoided when I purchased my current home.

We had a few things in common, Joselin and I. Our horrific upbringing was what we had bonded over when I found her. Soon after, she became my best friend, my only escape. I had hoped for her to be my future as well.

Then I found Ana, and it felt wrong to spend time with Joselin.

Now, Ana was gone, and the only thing stopping me was my guilt.

The only way to move on was to let go of Ana. She wasn’t here to forgive me anymore. I could beg and plead to the Goddess until the words lost all meaning, and I had, but it made no difference.

I glanced down at the discolored wood.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will take care of it. Tomorrow I would get my closure so I could move on.

I walked to the front window, cracking it open to air out the house a little while I was gone before locking it behind me and leaving.

was for Joselin. It didn’t matter if I felt I couldn’t do it yet; I couldn’t face

didn’t, I would lose

with her. Instead, I was alone, and she was alone. How would it feel to crawl into her bed and wrap my arms around her while she was sleeping?

or still working on

got home, I flopped down on my bed. The horrors that awaited me were always the same, one memory or another. I closed my eyes, threw my forearm over them, and drifted asleep within seconds, not bothering to turn off the

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Her sweet innocence could have gotten her out of anything unless it was with him. He despised her kind. She was a disgrace to this family. A human mate would dilute his perfect Lycan bloodline. He repeatedly reminded me of that while trying to force me to reject our

thought she was

Ana.

first shifted at

as their beasts were ready. I had seen some of my pack mates undergo the change as early as nine. We could find our mates at any time after that. It was one of the many reasons why we

they had to present themselves as a potential breeder for our kind. The Offering is what we called it. It was how King Killian had

already found my mate was torturous, but no one knew about Ana. After

everything was running as it should have been. My father had me tag along, wanting me to start learning the

cleaning the bunkhouse, working so young at only fifteen. As soon as I walked into my room,

be better. She probably thought I would take her away to the capital, and she would live with me among royalty. She

He was furious.

disgrace to him, but it was even worse

back with us anyway, claiming she was to be a

should have

She should have listened.

she could make a break for it. She never did. She insisted that she

would never let me leave. He would rather see me dead than let me go,

made me flinch. I opened the front door, dropped the groceries to the floor, and raced toward my mate. My

in pain, her body smashing against the entryway

prey. He reeked of liquor and moonflower oil, a potent combination

her alone.” I snarled, shifting into my Lycan as he watched with rage that I had dared to

me by the neck with his claw digging into my

control of my beast yet. He had decades of training

mine!” I argued when

crashed into my face. I didn’t have a chance to make a plan of attack. Hit after hit, my father launched

groan of pain as black dots danced in my vision, stumbling backward as he tackled me down. The back of my head hit the floor, but I could still hear Ana crying and begging

Run, Ana. Please.

to mate,

hit took more out of me than the last, and while I could feel my body trying to heal, he was

done countless times before. It was his way of teaching me a lesson. I knew he did it on my front because he wanted me to see the potential

been the end of it, of my punishment. He would have sliced open my chest with his claws and locked