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.

of my body, and 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 a croaking

I usually let them go

it was my turn to enjoy the cool water instead of having to sit in damp clothing as the sweat dried along my

the sand, and I rubbed it over my top first. It had been the easiest way for a quick clean, and when the small pebbles washed away through

the wet long-sleeve top from my body. I should have learned my lesson by now and switched to leather. The men had offered to make me some so I could sew it into

knew what those men smelled like by the end of the day. Somehow, it managed to be more pungent after a day of working around camp

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

it up around camp, but it was better than it crusting with mucus. My pants were next, and

sharp cry left my lips as the uneven stones beneath me bruised my tailbone, and I kicked the fabric

They deserved their punishment of sitting tangled up in a wet ball for

ears, and my cheeks burned brightly as I looked up. A beast of a man was bent over the bank of the river almost

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 could hide behind him, and no one would be

if 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. I had never smelt anything

burned into my mind. I could drown in it and would greet the Goddess with open arms and thank her for creating such a perfect

Him. My mate.

back on his heels, watching me. He looked entertained but not as excited as I felt. My hands were still behind me, holding my back off the rocks, and my knees were bent as I

as I realized my position. His eyes roamed over me

the less fabric to clean and dry, the better. But now I was second-guessing everything.

my muscles tensing. I may not interact with their kind often, but I recognized them when

A bear shifter.

I wanted his eyes on me. I wanted to know that my mate liked what he saw… even if I was propped up like I

Classy.

through his black hair, clearing the strands back

make something that simple look

I couldn’t do that covered in slime. I dove back into the water, arching my back slightly and straightening my legs. Maybe he would enjoy the sight I offered as

summer heat was exactly what I needed to regain my composure. So far, I had done nothing to attract him to me, and I wanted

water’s surface, I noticed he was now standing, and giddiness filled me at the prospect of him joining me. Perhaps he was as excited about finding me as