The Blessed And The Beast

Chapter 182

Six: Charlie

Charlie’s P.O.V.

It was like I was doomed to make the same mistakes repeatedly.

Twice. Twice in two weeks, I had returned to camp covered in another creature’s bodily fluids. Only this time, it wasn’t because of my carelessness.

I had gone savage.

All of my pent-up anger and emotions were set free, and I unleashed a fury on the Oread that I hadn’t known I had in me. My parents, brother, and every tutor I ever had would have been appalled by my behavior today.

It thoroughly impressed the men, and they sat back and watched as I dropped my sword and took the woodland nymph on in hand-to-hand combat.

I knew my team wouldn’t let anything happen to me. They would have jumped in if I were about to get seriously injured. But they didn’t have to.

Typically, I made executions quick.

But one thing Roman insisted on was training to be better when unarmed. I could take almost anything down with a blade, whether a sword or a dagger. But going into one of those fights without a weapon was a suicide mission.

The Oread was unstable and weak enough that I knew she would be an excellent creature to start with, and she was. Her disease-ridden body and manic state made her attacks sloppy and easy to predict.

I had maintained the upper hand during our scuffle until she collapsed and fell onto me.

Woodland Nymphs were known for being one with the woods. Their skin had spots of growth with moss, mushrooms, and flowers. If one were to touch it, the growth tended to leave a thick green residue behind, staining anything it came into contact with.

Similar to a tree, and probably the one she was bound to, she was diseased. Her body had been rotting, stinking to the high heavens.

When she collapsed into me, her rotten moss-covered body pressed against my front with a squishing sound that would be burned into my memory forever. But the smell, oh Goddess, the smell was horrendous.

There was no way I could go to sleep without rinsing off first. Even having my dirty clothes near the camp would keep everyone awake from the putrid smell.

I knew the river was safe during the day, but I had never had a reason to inspect it at night. Several creatures only came out when the sun had gone down, and the water couldn’t be seen through. But it was a risk I had to take.

The night vision my wolf granted me allowed me to see several feet into the running water, and after determining the coast was clear, I waded in. It was the first time that the cool water had been unwelcome. It felt unreasonably cold without the sun, and I knew getting out to sleep with wet hair would be horrendous.

myself completely. Grabbing fistfuls of sand, I began scrubbing at my clothes. The faster I could get this over with, the

be as far away from my mate’s side of the river as possible. Today

officially rejected. Yet, the pain of what had happened hadn’t lessened at all. Even when I was mid-fight, the bear with

joined me and what fight I was in for, but the bubbles from their movement obscured my vision.

only six feet. But I had been completely submerged to clean myself and my clothes with the sand

I melted into the touch even though I

hair washed away from my face as I tilted my head back upon breaking the

deep, familiar voice made me gasp, not out of shock but from

holding him closer. I blinked

He was here.

feeling him moving us closer to

find you trying to drown yourself!” He sounded furious, but with his arms wrapped around my

confused and trying to hide

walked up, and you were under the water, struggling! I thought something had dragged you down!” I figured his yelling would have alerted the

and walked away when he saw me here,

lips, I couldn’t help but lick them, even though they were already wet from being in

question made me smile, and as he watched my lips curve up, he relaxed. But he didn’t let go, and I didn’t want

tell him he hadn’t hurt me that bad when he said he didn’t want me. Not bad enough to make me suicidal. I would never let a man

of being mates, before I had a chance to

shut down on me again once I mentioned it. He nodded

between his. I pulled them back and then wrapped them around his waist. His eyelids lowered, and he made a low noise in the back of his throat, making

thought he would push me off him, pull us out of the water, and leave me here to return to his den. But he didn’t. Once again, surprising me with

expect from this man, which was

happy when I didn’t

moved closer to his, and I wanted so badly to steal a kiss but knew I couldn’t. He had made it clear that he didn’t

give me the right to

“Damien.”

my nose brushing against his from our proximity, but

Damien. It suited him.

matched the man, and as I repeated it in a soft and unintentional

me firmly, pressing my hips into his. Instead, he let out

in anticipation, even though I knew nothing more

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