The Blessed And The Beast

Two: Charlie

Charlie’s P.O.V.

I could feel him. His eyes were on me. The hairs on the back of my neck were raised, and goosebumps littered my skin, even as I warmed under the afternoon sun.

It didn’t seem to matter how fast I ran or where I turned; he was faster. It was like he didn’t want to be found, and since he had been the one to run away, to begin with… I was smart enough to know that might have been the case. I just didn’t want to accept it.

The deeper into the trees I went without my clothes or weapons, the more humiliation I felt. What kind of dignified woman, let alone a member of the royal family, goes chasing a man who doesn’t even want her?

Water dripped from the ends of my hair, flicking around me when I turned my head quickly at a sound to my left.

I could have let him walk away. I could have given him space, but I didn’t know if he was just traveling through or if he lived here. If he were just traveling, finding him again would be difficult or even impossible. I could spend months or years trying to locate him.

I had dreamed about meeting my mate for so long, and I was terrified that if I let him slip through my fingers now, I would never find him again.

It was that fear that kept me moving forward. I couldn’t lose him.

Even if he didn’t want me, I needed to hear it for myself so I wouldn’t spend the rest of my life wondering, ‘What if?’.

There was no sign of life between the trees. The thick trunks blocked most of my view, and I stepped to the side quietly as I tried to peer around them. The breeze was still blowing to the southwest, the same direction my mate had taken off in.

It also made it so I couldn’t catch the scent of whatever was lurking nearby, but I knew they would catch mine.

A deer stepped out between the trees and into my line of sight, grazing. I felt my chest drop in disappointment. Surely, if my mate were nearby, he would have spooked the animal a while ago. I doubted a deer would be confident and comfortable enough to graze with a bear in its presence.

Yet, I was still aware of the distinct feeling of being watched. I could still feel the heat of embarrassment on my chest, knowing my mate was doing a better job of hunting me than I was him.

I knew how to hunt and stalk creatures of all sizes, yet he was outsmarting me. Just another way for me to humiliate myself in front of him before even getting his name.

When the sun sank down further, and I could hear the sound of one of my men calling out to me, I realized how far I had wandered. My feet had sunk into the soft soil as I continued to stare between the trees. I had been watching and waiting, desperate to see him again.

and gruff shout of my name from Paxton made me turn my head slowly. The darkness that had taken over surprised me, and I looked up and around. How long had I

shocked look on his face. There was no need for me to be dressed this way as we

man of the group, tall and confident. He could make a woman melt by flashing his perfectly symmetrical grin and setting their

he could. I had seen it for myself, but

tried. Oh, trust me, He

was how

line about loving women with long hair

the charming devil faded away and left one confused man. He hated the chase, and my rejection made him flip like a switch from seductive to laid-back. The way he had put it, why would he

in the bar then, as it was early morning. So, he decided to take a seat next to me. He tried a few more lines

the town over the next few days, and

Barley. Barley was the Papa Bear of the group. An older, jolly fellow, taller

on Christmas morning. I had never seen such a large and round man move so quickly and fluidly

orbs of Paxton, and I blinked my dry eyes

and I knew my mate was no longer around. My chest

made me want to crumble, but I was stronger than that. The things I had dealt with in my life had forced me

person I was going to love and who would

to put that kind of pressure on him before I even met him. He could still reject me, or perhaps he

many would be

my brother would be able to see past my mate being a bear for him to give him a chance. If something happened to Killian, I would take the throne, and having a bear at my side

and bears were always

territory lines, while wolves like

clothes. We thought you went for a run. I bravely volunteered to come after you when you

hero. But that was all it was, pretend. He put on a good face, but it was mostly just to make himself look good, especially

stepped forward. It felt odd to move again after standing with my

I knew I was right on

gambler, kept a few bags on his belt of dice, cards, and a bag of six stones. Five were black, and

be stuck with the chores and jobs that no one wanted to do. We each drew a rock in our closed fists