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.

that he had been trying to throw me off It hurt so much that

kept going. Whatever

I was

him alone, all he had

making coffee over the fire while the others slept. They would be up as

the flames, watching them grow higher as the water pot heated. My mind was swirling with thoughts of my mate and my past. Did he know who I was? Was my past the

childhood had been less than ideal, and I still had the heavy burden of my title weighing on me since my brother was so resistant to finding a mate and having an heir. Until he did, I was stuck as his

the two of us against the world until he ascended to

him with his workload, I was failing my duties. If I had done more, going above and beyond to support him and earn his respect, he said I was trying to take control and needed to learn my place as someone beneath him and the crown on

after a few months and want

or suggestion that deviated from his

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

just started talking to him as my brother. Public or private, I no longer gave it a second thought. All I wanted was for him to hear me. As soon as he gave me his memorized speech about when and where I could open

of the best decisions I

large hand landed softly on my shoulder, and I turned to face Barley. The giant man smiled at me as he sat

under your sleeve instead of on it. He reached his freckled arm forward, proof of his constant time

and Paxton had made their way out to relieve themselves, and I covered my mouth

rain or snow, he would just move to

so he

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 a smile on their faces, but one or…ten had gotten angry when he tossed them aside the following day. They always used that word either during their yelling or to end the

the fresh coffee into our mugs, the lightweight metal heating my hands, and I took in a deep inhale of the rich

much-needed sip of my drink, ignoring the burn of

behind his mug as I stood up, wanting to escape this conversation. If anyone could get me to spill my guts, it was

on my hip with a few sticks of dried

them over my shoulder and received a grumble of grumpy

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

response. “I’m so glad to hear my mate avoiding me is so

cracking jokes about a wolf chasing a bear as I went

we had knocked down to be able to cross and remain dry several weeks back, and 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