The Blessed And The Beast

Chapter 189

Thirteen: Damien

Damien’s P.O.V.

My palms slid against the fabric of my shorts as I rubbed my legs, trying to distract myself from what I had done. I felt like a complete asshole. I couldn’t sleep and ended up torturing myself all night thinking about it.

I wanted Charlotte again. I craved her.

Yet, the guilt of not only taking her virginity but doing it so hard and deep and on the fucking couch when there was a bed one room over had me feeling sick. She deserved so much better.

I should have made her some food and then taken her to my bed. We could have gone slowly until she had adjusted to my size. I didn’t need to thrust into Charlotte the way I did. I would make it up to her and ensure she had a better experience next time.

Flowers, candles…romance. Women loved that shit. I couldn’t sit back without doing something. I planned to give her a tour of my home when she got here this morning, demanding she relax while I cooked her breakfast. We could talk as we ate our food, and I would make sure she was okay with what happened last night.

While I appreciated her help over the past week, I didn’t intend to make her do my chores. She just started helping me one day, which meant a lot to me. No one had helped me before without wanting something in return. Charlotte only wanted to spend time with me to see if we could be more.

I didn’t say anything about it, but I didn’t stop her either. She wouldn’t listen to me, even if I did tell her to stop.

She had no problem doing manual work and getting dirty. Charlotte was incredible. I could picture us doing our daily chores around the house while our kids ran around the yard, and the image was just too good to dismiss.

I wasn’t ready to let her go, but I needed to make up for my carelessness before we moved any further.

I walked back and forth from the river all night, wanting to make sure the tank was completely full today before she showed up. There were a lot of chores that if she wanted to help with, she could. But taking over a dozen trips back and forth from the river, carrying buckets of water was not the kind of work I would want my woman doing.

The idea of her becoming my woman sounded better each day we spent together.

I was excited. Nervous but excited.

When morning passed, and the sun began the descent of the afternoon sun, my excitement turned into anxiety. Charlotte hadn’t shown up like she had every day before, and I debated going after her. I didn’t know if what happened yesterday had hit her last night after she left or if she truly was happy about it.

She said she would give me space to think but that she would be back. I wanted to offer her the same consideration.

didn’t. I needed to know she was

pushed myself to my feet and stormed out of my cabin.

person here. Charlotte said they always left one person behind

Worry settled

They wouldn’t abandon their camp

any sign of struggle. Was Charlotte okay? If she was my mate, would I be able to feel

hear my blood pumping loudly in my head as my breathing picked up. Her scent was still here, and I couldn’t pick up traces of blood. Yet, I was coming up with a million thoughts and ideas about what could have happened, and each

limiting any marks or tracks someone could follow, but

but I knew a bear sprinting through the woods would

was only an hour later that

War when Lycanstook control of the world and all

significantly smaller, and most were hidden, still geared up for war against

our kind being around, but it was their new normal, and they had accepted that it was better to work with

tone and the look she sent me. It was one of the reasons why I hated coming to town, but I had done

everyone walking around, and I pushed myself to move faster. I

past one of the inns, a small body came rushing through the door, smacking

chest as I wrapped my arms around her and held

stretched across her face when she pulled back and looked up at

I had been expecting, but

on her toes to be closer to

that.” A familiar voice called out from my right, and I pulled away to bare my teeth at the pretty boy. Charlotte had told me about the men she traveled with, and I knew this man, Paxton, was

you if you needed.” Charlotte didn’t bother to look at Paxton; her bright green eyes were locked on me, and it made me happy that she didn’t feel he was worth her

up, and your camp

snorted with amusement next to us, looking as though she were about to make fun of me for rushing into

as he turned on his heels and ran toward the forest.” Don’t mind him. Someone stole

up, kissing my jaw. How could one woman make me feel this way? The small touches she did were everything,

they gave us another one.” I heard the paper in her hand crinkling as she waved it behind my head, but I was unsure

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