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.

safe to talk to, and she loved when I spoke. She would listen to everything I

the black of my beast. She

lot with a ponytail and knew

I grunted in approval. He leaned in, whispering by her ear. The music drowned out his words from reaching me, and

baby. I’m right

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

to slip up, but he stiffened as she leaned toward him, inching away. Her smile fell as she noticed the distance he placed between them, and guilt

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

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

drink and was forced to pay. They stayed at

felt my pulse rise as she gestured with her head to the dancefloor, staring at the queen’s brother expectantly. He was hesitant, and my teeth ground together

ponytail swaying behind her. Her lips and cheeks puffed out slightly as

As I watched her move, I couldn’t stop the purr of

moving up next to her, seeming to

I was here. She had heard me vocalize my anger but stayed where she was. Her body began to move more seductively as she stepped toward Holden,

I watched Joselin roll her hips with the beat, her ass perfectly in my line of sight.

My woman wanted to dance, and I promised

was the only one

seat, the chair sliding back against the flooring with a noise of protest that was muffled by

them. Holden smiled, grabbing her hand and spinning the woman out. The

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 out my demand.

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

trembled in my hold as she leaned back against my

was grinding on me, rubbing her perfect ass against my body. I swayed with her, refusing to lose contact. Even when she spun around to face me, my fingers trailed

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 her ever

hip, guiding it up her side,

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

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