The Blessed And The Beast

Five: Charlie

Charlie’s p.o.v.

My lips were damp from licking them, and his warm breath blew across them like a silent siren song, begging me to give it to the source and let him devour me. I expected a smile, maybe even a kiss. Any reaction telling me he was happy about the news would have been welcomed.

Instead, he shook his head, his eyebrows pulling together as he loosened his hold on me.

That wasn’t supposed to happen. He should want to hold me close, smile, and maybe even mark me.

My stomach turned to concrete as he pulled his arms away entirely. My dagger dropped to the ground from his loose hold on it, the blade embedding itself into the moist soil.

His body heat leaving me as he stepped back felt like I had just walked outside into a blizzard as all my fears surfaced. I spun around, not wanting to let him run out of my sight this time. He had escaped from me too many times before. We needed to have this conversation, even though I was terrified of what might be said.

My smile fell when I saw the horrified look on his face. The whites of his eyes were bright in contrast to the black irises, and I hated that as he let them roam over my body, I felt inadequate. He looked bothered by what he saw as his gaze returned to my face.

I wasn’t what he had expected from the Goddess… that much was clear.

“No.”

That single word made me wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole. The heat behind my eyes began building rapidly, and I knew tears would come next if I didn’t do something.

“No?” My echo seemed to amuse him as his lip twitched, but I didn’t find this funny. “You carry half of my soul, and your response is just no?”

He tilted his head to the side, a heavy focus taking over his expression as the tears I had been fighting back filled my eyes anyway. “I don’t have a mate.” “You might not have known you had one before, but you do now.” My voice cracked, and I couldn’t even find it within myself to be embarrassed.

“Bears don’t have mates.” He repeated, his eyes locked on me with unashamed pity. He didn’t know me, but how could he be so casual about ripping my heart out?

My chest felt heavy, and my spit thickened as I felt the dam about to burst. “Just because you don’t feel the mate bond doesn’t mean you don’t have a mate.”

everything I had, even after my last breath. Was it how

so formal as he stepped

me as Princess Charlotte. He may be my mate, but

my hands was a bad habit I had when I got worked up. My etiquette instructor had tried to

my mask of indifference in place. Killian had been the only one I had ever

but that was how he made me feel everytime

the first tear slipped over my lid and down my cheek. He looked startled and

sticking half out of the ground, and I stumbled. He rushed forward, his hands raising toward me

but stopped when

not when I was about to lose him forever. The fewer physical interactions we had, the better. I couldn’t have him

stopping as I glared at him. He held his hands up

anger allowed me to collect myself, and I schooled my emotions, just

no need to embarrass myself

rejected me yet, and even though I had wanted to know what was going on in his head by coming here today, now I wanted nothing more than to get away from him before he could say those

stop me, but I did feel him following me. Like every day before, he trailed after

I glanced over my shoulder for one last look at him. His hand flinched at

this was. It was goodbye for now until I could work up the

could be a good thing. He didn’t know we were soulmates before, but now he does. Perhaps giving him time to sit on

up, but he didn’t know we were mates before. He does

men were loud when I returned, laughing and joking about returning earlier than usual to camp for food to refuel since I would ‘need my energy,’ but I couldn’t focus on what they were saying,

was the first to his feet, and when I looked up and met his stare, my chest caved in, and the tears fell. The men went silent, Barley standing

as I broke because he knew what it felt like. Roman had told me once about the pain he felt every day, the constant pull at his soul like an open wound that would never

that conversation, I had asked him, “Does it

silent shake of his head as he refused to meet my gaze told me everything I needed

I had felt protective of him. He was a man who deserved happiness. He was the kind of man who loved unconditionally and would give anything for his family. A man who wanted children and