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

beast. She rarely wore her hair up, and I fucking loved it. The way it emphasized her neck and

could do a lot with a ponytail and knew she would enjoy

Holden, was right behind her. This time, he kept his hands 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

right, baby.

She wanted a night out, but I had laid the rules down very clearly,

she leaned toward him, inching away. Her smile fell as she noticed the distance he placed between them,

away from me as she ordered a drink. The bartender, Joey, glanced up at me as she did so, and I nodded once, confirming that I

trying to find me in the crowd but failing. Knowing that I had just made her happy with

her date ordered his drink and was forced to pay. They stayed at the bar for a while, talking and sipping their drinks

the dancefloor, staring at the queen’s brother expectantly.

slightly as she let out

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

forced away to the man moving up next to her, seeming to

I was here. She had heard me vocalize my anger but stayed where

roll her hips with the beat, her ass perfectly in my line

woman wanted to

one she would be dancing

with a noise of protest that was muffled by the music. The wolf looked up at me, watching me cautiously as he

of the female guards stepped between them. Holden smiled, grabbing her hand and spinning the woman out. The kid knew how to dance. I would

up a piece, wrapping it around my finger before pulling on it lightly, making her look up. Goosebumps rose along her skin as I dipped my head down, my lips brushing her ear as I growled

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

trembled in my hold as she leaned back against my chest. “Can you keep up

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

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

lower back. She took my other hand off her hip, guiding it up her side, over the swell of her breast, and to her chest. Her heart was thumping as quickly as mine, and I licked my lips as I pressed my palm more firmly against

from here, to show her how good we would feel together with less clothing, but I promised her she could dance. So, I let her

song, she ground and rubbed against me, touching me as 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