The Blessed And The Beast

Four: Charlie

Charlie’s P.O.V.

There were three things I knew for sure:

My mate had the most incredible voice in the world. The way he let my name roll off his tongue had been replaying in my head all night, keeping me awake.

I didn’t even like my full name. I preferred Charlie.

There was no reason for me to have given him my full name, but it came out instinctively like I was trying to impress him with a long, classy name even though I bathed in a river and slept in the forest. I had hoped he would reciprocate and give me anything in return. His name would have been nice.

He came after me last night, which meant we were making progress. I felt butterflies in my stomach at the idea that maybe, with time, he would be willing to have a real interaction with me.

I didn’t chase him when he left me beside a fresh carcass yesterday. Instead, I watched him go, shifted, and ate my fill. It obviously hadn’t been his intention when he left it there, but eating the kill of my mate satisfied my beast in a way I hadn’t been expecting. He had provided for me… even though I had done something to spook him away from his food and then stolen it. It still counted.

Okay, so it didn’t sound so romantic when I thought about it, but somehow it was also the best-tasting meat I had ever had.

Growing up in a castle and being served only the finest, hand -crafted meals, it had been a startling realization that the bloody, raw meat was my new favorite meal.

I was done allowing him to send me on these wild goose… well, bear chases. We had broken down a wall between us yesterday, and I wouldn’t humor him anymore in playing these games.

At first, I thought they were cute. I thought maybe my mate was leading me somewhere.

Instead, he was just keeping me busy. I felt his eyes on me the entire time, and each day I got more excited than the one prior.

The thoughts would flow through my mind, ‘Was today the day he was going to introduce himself to me?’, ‘Was he taking me somewhere beautiful he wanted to share with me? ‘, or the most humiliating one… ‘Was he taking me to his den?

That last one was the hardest because I allowed myself to get my hopes up. I had ignorantly thought that maybe he had been taking me back to his den so we could spend time together without the possibility of anyone stumbling upon us. We didn’t have to do anything intimate or physical, even though I was eager and nervous to finally be with the man I had saved myself for.

Just talking would have been nice, but he didn’t want to do that based on the three words I had gotten from him over the past week.

throw me off It hurt so much that I almost stayed in camp

known to be, I kept going. Whatever this test was,

was different because I was

to leave him alone, all he had to

for the day, wandering around camp and making coffee over the fire while the others slept. They would be up as soon as the

mind was swirling with thoughts of my mate and my past. Did he

weighing on me since my brother was so resistant to finding a mate and having an heir. Until he did, I was stuck as

world until he ascended to the throne, then it

enough to help him with his workload, I was failing my duties. If I had done more, going above and beyond to

reason, I kept going back home. I would feel homesick after a few months and

vocalized an opinion or suggestion that deviated from his by even the smallest amount, I made was

private, he was free to lay into me and remind me that

my brother. Public or private, I no longer gave it a second thought. All I wanted was for him to hear me.

was one of the

Barley. The giant man

under your sleeve instead of on it. He reached his freckled arm

up and the men were moving about. Roman and Paxton had made their way out to relieve themselves, and

his bed roll, exposed to the elements where he preferred to sleep in case of an attack. Even in the rain or snow, he would just move to the base of a

seen, so he probably

at using the f- word. They had laughed about that a time or two when Paxton got into fights with his one-night stands. He was smooth and tended to leave most of them with

mugs, the lightweight metal heating my hands, and I took in a deep inhale of the rich aroma. “But you also keep running off, and each night when

burn of overheated liquid on my tongue. “And I will be doing the same

this conversation. If anyone could get me to spill my guts, it was Barley. The man was as dangerous in battle as he was in a conversation, and he

teeth. By the time I had my weapons strapped on, filled the pouch on my hip with a few sticks of dried meat, and was ready

shoulder and received a

Barley called out, and I stopped in my tracks, not wanting to turn back to face

the big man just grunted in response. “I’m so glad

bear as I went down toward the river. It wasn’t funny to me,

I rushed over it, eager to get away from the men still hooting and hollering. The only one who didn’t engage was Roman, but that was because his mate had rejected him. He knew how hard it was to survive a rejection. Some days, I would look at him, and there was nothing. His face and eyes were