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.

loved when I spoke. She would listen

entered the bar. Her long white hair was in 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.

lot with a ponytail and knew she would enjoy every second

in approval. He leaned in, whispering by her ear. The music drowned out his words from reaching me, and I watched closely as she perked up with a confident smirk, her head moving as she scanned the

baby. I’m right

wanted a night out, but I had laid the rules down very clearly, and I was a man

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

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

had just made her

forced to pay. They

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

and cheeks puffed out slightly as she let out a breath

move, I couldn’t stop the purr of pride and pleasure. With her arms up,

growled as my eyes were forced away to the man moving up next to her, seeming to have moved past his

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 to move more seductively as she stepped toward Holden, and he stepped back but danced next

hips with the beat, her ass perfectly in my

woman wanted to dance,

only one

chair sliding back against the flooring with a noise of protest that was muffled by the music. The wolf looked up at me, watching me

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

soft as I 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

one would hear me over the speakers, but she did. She heard me loud and

body trembled in my hold as she leaned back against my chest.

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

my interest known. There was no doubt that most of them knew of my

with my hand on her lower back. She took my other hand off her hip, guiding it up her side, over

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

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 or how many people saw. I