The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 121

Sixteen: Tobias

Tobias’s P.O.V.

This was the last place I wanted to be, but it was where I needed to be. The music was too loud, and the smell of alcohol and body odor was offensive. Still, I was here, watching and waiting.

Joselin hadn’t agreed to be mine yet. We weren’t together, but I would be damned before I let her go on a date with another man.

I hadn’t felt threatened when she had been sleeping with random people. But her going out on a date with a man who looked at her the way that only I should was not going to stand.

I took a sip of my water, my eyes on the door as I waited for her to enter. If they were going dancing, this was where she would be. It was her favorite place because it was right by the bunkhouse, so it was filled with guards who were used to her, and very rarely would anyone care if she was among them.

It was the town’s people who didn’t know her that had a problem.

Several of my pack members nodded at me in greeting but didn’t bother approaching me. They knew I wouldn’t talk to them unless I had to. They didn’t mind. I had risked my life for many of them in the past, and they knew my silence was nothing personal.

I used to talk. I used to talk a lot.

My father hated it.

He beat me, telling me to keep my mouth shut. He said it made me a good warrior to know my place, respect my superiors and not waste my breath on those below me. It wasn’t until I was older that I realized he wanted me to keep silent so no one would know he would torture me at home despite knowing our neighbors could hear it.

They knew about my home life and did nothing to help me or stop him, and

I would heal before anyone could see it.

But then he got his hands on Ana. I was just a young teenager, practically a kid still. Those words would haunt me forever. ‘You sound just like your father.’

Just like that, his life-long lesson finally stuck with me. I didn’t want to sound like my father.

Joselin was my escape.

one it was safe to talk to, and she loved when I spoke. She would listen to everything I had to say like it was the more important thing in the world, even when it was

of my beast. She rarely

a ponytail and

to himself, and I grunted in approval. He leaned in, whispering by her ear. The music drowned out his words from reaching me, and I watched closely as she

baby.

back in my chair. She wanted a night out, but I had laid the rules down very clearly, and I was a man

slip up, but he stiffened as she leaned toward him, inching away. Her smile fell as she noticed the distance he

bar and away from me as she ordered a drink. The bartender, Joey, glanced up at

to find me in the crowd but failing. Knowing that I had just made her happy with such a small gesture reminded me of how perfect she was and that she

was forced to pay. They stayed at the bar for a while, talking and sipping their drinks

queen’s brother expectantly. He was hesitant, and my teeth ground together as I waited for him to

behind her. Her lips and cheeks puffed out slightly as she let out a breath of disappointment, walking away from him and

move, I couldn’t stop the purr of pride and

eyes were forced away to the man moving up next

She knew I was here. She had heard me vocalize my anger but stayed where she was. Her body began

I watched Joselin roll her hips with the beat,

My woman wanted to dance,

the only one

noise of protest that was muffled by the music. The

between them. Holden smiled, grabbing her hand and spinning the woman out. The kid knew how to

up. Goosebumps rose along her skin as I dipped my head down, my lips brushing her ear as I growled out my

speakers, but she did. She heard me loud and clear as I kissed her neck and grabbed

back against my chest. “Can

rubbing her perfect ass against my body. I swayed with her, refusing to lose contact. Even when she spun around

happiest I had ever been as my pack watched as I publicly made my interest known. There was no doubt that most of them knew of my attraction to Joselin, but I wanted every last one of them to know. I didn’t want anyone else touching

hand off her hip, guiding it up her side, over the swell of her breast, and

from here, to show her how good we would feel together with less clothing, but I promised

often as possible. My hands had moved down to her thighs, feeling the soft skin at the bottom of her tight, little black dress. I didn’t care who was around us