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.

fucking angel in the hell that was my life. She was the only one it was safe to talk to, and she loved when I spoke. She would listen to everything I had to say

and I felt my eyes burn to the black of my beast. She rarely wore her hair up, and I fucking loved it. The way it emphasized her neck and

lot with a ponytail and knew she would enjoy

whispering by her ear. The music drowned out his words from reaching me, and I watched

baby. I’m

my chair. She wanted a night out, but I had laid

toward him, inching away. Her smile fell as she

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

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

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

her head to the dancefloor, staring at the queen’s brother expectantly. He was hesitant, and my teeth ground together as

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

her head briefly. As I watched her move, I couldn’t stop the purr of pride and pleasure. With her arms up, it was like she was a beacon of light. She called me to

growled as my eyes were forced away to the man moving up next

still didn’t turn to me. She knew 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, and he stepped back but danced next to her

I watched Joselin roll her hips with the beat, her

anymore. My woman wanted to

only one she would be

muffled by the music. The wolf

of the female guards stepped between them. Holden smiled, grabbing her hand and

lightly, making her look up. Goosebumps rose along her skin

did. She heard me loud and clear as I kissed

she leaned back against

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

nerve to come out tonight with another man still. Yet, I was also the 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,

side, over the swell of her breast, and to her chest. Her heart was thumping

we would feel together with less clothing,

the soft skin at the bottom of her tight, little black dress. I didn’t care who was around us or how many