The Blessed And The Beast

Fifty: Tobias

Tobias’s P.O.V.

The young warrior next to me flinched when I let out a noise of impatience. My beast was twice his size and was covered in scars, while he was small, dainty, and void of battle wounds. That would change soon, but first, he needed to get a thicker skin and not be so jumpy.

He wasn’t wrong to be wary around me. My intentions for signing up for border patrol weren’t good. Specifically, I wanted blood.

Thomas and George were under strict instructions to always stay near the queen. They knew something was afoot. I just couldn’t tell them what. Instead, I ordered them back on Queen Natalie’s detail full-time. They weren’t required to be as strict as before, but I wanted them to keep her in their sight. With them watching her, I was able to be here, to put an end to this.

I had hoped that it wouldn’t be long. I didn’t want to be away from Joselin and Natalie with danger lurking over them, but the time frame depended on Rona, and she sure was taking her time.

Rona had said she would be gone for a few days, and it had been a week.

She was due back any day now. As soon as she stepped foot over the border, I would be there. I was going to shred her to pieces and present her heart to my mate as a trophy…maybe her leg too.

But I was concerned that with her openly attacking Joselin, she might not return until Joselin was too weak to fight back.

Joselin had been very careful not to tell me anything, but I knew that the way she was feeling was getting worse. She was acting unusual, wasn’t eating as much, and her energy had drained dramatically.

I didn’t have a problem with our sex life slowing down if that was what she needed, but she refused to admit it.

I did have a problem with my woman fighting not to pass out while riding my dick. At one point last night, her face went green, and she was doing everything she could to hold on.

True fear is being inside a woman and not knowing if she is about to throw up on your face. 1

It wasn’t like I could throw her off me, but I moved her gently away and then carried her to the bathroom for a long bath, where she passed out on my lap, but thankfully not with me inside her.

Whatever Rona had done to her needed to end now.

going to make

to hear me speak, let alone for me to demand forthem to alert me first

I would rather die or spend my life rotting in a cell than watch

a low rumble of frustration as I stared out into the thick masses of trees. I made sure to stay on patrol by the main

draw her blood, the more painful

the slightest movement in the distance had me stopping and waiting, just to be let down when my prey failed to show her face. I was antsy and on edge….excited for a battle and to protect my mate, only to

irritation had increased tenfold, and I was on my way back to my mate,

as I approached, and

blanket wrapped around her. Her side was pressed into the overstuffed back, and her head was tilted

Her long white hair sat high on her head in a thick bun, and my mark was proudly displayed on her neck. I smiled, knowing my favorite throw blanket

downturned, and her eyebrows pinched together

the little moan she let out had me spinning back to face

She sighed, stretching her arms and legs like a cat

messing with me. I would have smelled it if anyone else ever came into our house. It was bad enough that I still got the

sounded rougher than usual, and she shivered as she smiled at me, her head still back against the couch. She looked exhausted, and the way she

just the one.” Her soft smile showed no teeth,

you eaten yet?” I glanced at the time on the stove, seeing it was past dinner time, but something told me

at her food each meal, which made dread flood my stomach each time. She would worsen this if she didn’t stay physically strong enough to resist Rona’s magic. She nodded.

They were not the healthiest food, but I

cleared my throat, “Good.

before getting to her feet and approaching me. Her arms wrapped around my

all new to me, being wanted…being loved. Knowing that she was here waiting for me, wanting to see me before she went to bed or

my hands around the back of her thighs and easily picking her up. Joselin’s legs wrapped around my waist, but she kept her weight in my hands,

to. I

to the side, my cheek pressing against the top of