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

my feet and stormed out of my cabin. I ended up across the river and standing in the middle of her

at least one person here. Charlotte said they always left one

their camp was empty. Worry settled deep in my

their camp unless there had

of struggle. Was Charlotte okay? If she

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

or tracks someone could follow, but Charlotte’s scent made it easy for me to chase

sprinting through the woods would be louder and catch more

that I reached the outskirts of

when Lycanstook control of the world and all

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

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

She knew I wasn’t human from her tone and the look she sent me. It was one of the reasons why

by everyone walking around, and I

I was jogging past one of the inns, a small

arms around her and

voice was full of confusion, but a smile stretched across her face when she

not the greeting I had been expecting, but I was so happy to see

eagerly and pushed up on her toes to

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 the one I liked the least. His constant flirting with Charlotte made me want to tear out his

Paxton; her bright green eyes were locked on me, and it made me happy that

show up, and

she were about to make fun of me for rushing into town to find Charlotte before

the forest.” Don’t mind him. Someone stole his favorite pants the other day, and

could one woman make me feel this way? The small touches she

come here to cash in for our last bounty, and they gave us another one.” I heard the paper in her hand crinkling as she

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