The Blessed And The Beast

The Bear and The Beauty – One: Charlie

The Bear and The Beauty

Chapter One: Charlie

Charlie’s P.O.V.

I could hearthem laughing from here. There were a hundred yards of thick trees between us, and I could still hear them laughing at me.

The corner of my lips pulled up at the sound. Even if I was the butt of the joke, it felt amazing. Before them, I never had someone willing to treat me as an equal. Let alone to be so bold as to laugh at me to my face.

But as I grabbed a large glob of the thick green slime from my chest, I let a chuckle slip out too. It dripped through my fingers, stringing through them to the ground just as I reached the river’s edge.

I deserved this. I knew better.

Yet, I still ended up covered in troll snot because I was careless. There were worse ways to end up after a battle with a rogue troll, but being drenched in their mucus was not my favorite.

Flicking my fingers to the side, the slime smacked loudly against the leaves of the overgrown bush next to me.

He would bring in a nice payday, but getting his remnants from my clothes and memory would take forever.

Oh, if my brother could see me now. He would be furious. Risking my life to chase monsters and sleeping in the forest with five men. Of course, they were in separate bed rolls and tents, but just thinking about him seeing how I lived now… I could picture the vein in Killian’s forehead threatening to burst.

He hated having his heir so far away and out from under his thumb. It was part of the reason why I left. Whenever he vocalized his dislike for my occupation, he always said it wasn’t suitable for ‘the heir’ to be putting herself in danger. Not once had he said he was worried about ‘his sister.’

There was a big difference. One I resented.

As soon as I had the opportunity, I fled home like the hounds of hell were on my heels.

To be fair, they technically were. An angry Lycan was one thing, but the Lycan king? Forget about it.

I excitedly eyed the water. The only good thing to come of accidentally puncturing the pocket of mucus that trolls had under their chin, like

the only woman here, I

it was my turn to enjoy the cool water instead of having to sit in damp

waded into the water. The chill in the stream sent a shiver along my spine as I bent my knees and sank down. My hands fisted into the sand, and I rubbed

learned my lesson by now and switched to leather. The men had offered to make me some so I could sew it into a functional top, something easier to clean, but the idea of wearing

the end of the day. Somehow, it managed to be more pungent after a day of working around camp than when we

that happened, I had no idea. While I appreciated my family of misfits and monster hunters,

to hang it up around camp, but it was better than it

stones beneath me bruised my tailbone, and I kicked

of sitting tangled up in a wet ball for the time

up. A beast of a man was bent over the bank of the river almost 20 yards downstream, rinsing what looked like blood from his hands. His thick forearms were

Growing up surrounded by Lycans, I was used to shirtless, muscular men walking around. But he put them to shame. I was sure if one wanted to, a full-grown Lycan

they were a deep brown or black from the distance, but I wanted to find out. I felt stuck in place for a moment as the breeze shifted and his delicious scent wafted over to me.

was addictive and burned into my mind. I could drown in it and would greet the Goddess with open arms and thank her for

Him. My mate.

but not as excited as I felt. My hands were still behind me, holding my back off the rocks, and my knees were

redness in my cheeks promptly burned down my neck and over my chest as I realized my position. His eyes roamed over

fabric to clean and dry, the better. But now I was

took in another deep breath, my muscles tensing. I may not interact with their kind often, but I recognized them when I crossed one.

A bear shifter.

wanted his eyes on me. I wanted to know that my mate

Classy.

man pushed his wet hands through his black hair, clearing the strands back

make something that simple look so sexy,

that covered in slime. I dove back into the water, arching my back slightly and straightening my legs.

I needed to regain my composure. So far, I had done

giddiness filled me at the prospect of him joining me.