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.

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 like it was the more important thing in the world,

a high ponytail, 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

with a ponytail and knew she would

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

baby.

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

watched them closely, waiting for him 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 suddenly overshadowed my

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

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

was forced to pay. They stayed at the bar for a

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

cheeks puffed out slightly as she let out a breath of disappointment, walking away

neck before holding them above 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 her, begging

were forced away to the man moving up next

at the sound as she saw Holden approaching, but she 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

dried as I watched Joselin roll her hips with

it anymore. My woman wanted to dance, and I

was the only one

by the music. The wolf looked up at me, watching me cautiously

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

picked 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 out my demand.

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

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

against my body. I swayed with her, refusing to lose contact. Even when she spun around to face me,

interest known. There was no doubt that most of

back. She took my other hand off her hip, guiding it up her side, over the swell of her breast, and

to take her away from here, to show her how good we would feel together with

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 was