The Blessed And The Beast

Eleven: Charlie

Charlie P.O.V.

“Did you feel unsafe?” Damien asked, and I shook my head, but there was a slight delay in my reaction. The truth was there were several times that I had felt unsafe. There were more moments during my time in the castle where I was either in immediate danger or was looking over my shoulder for it than I liked to admit.

“Not with him. My brother scared me a lot, he let his anger and beast get the better of him, but he always walked away. He never physically hurt me. He just yelled and shifted to intimidate everyone around him. It’s what the pack knows him for.” I kept to myself how many people he had killed in his life because there were too many to count.

Executions alone were in the high double digits; if you bring in all the wars and battles he had fought, Killian had killed at least several hundred creatures, maybe thousands.

Regardless of how cruel he acted at times, he was still my brother. Killian was the only family I had left, and I wanted him to be happy. I wanted him to find his mate so he could see that he could be good.

“Do you feel safe now?” Damien watched me closely. I could still feel his stare when I turned away from him.

I glanced over my shoulder at him. I wasn’t sure if he was asking if I felt safe around him or if I felt safe around my men, but the answer, either way, was, “Yes.”

That made him smile.

Never in my life had I thought of a man as beautiful before. Pretty, sure. But never beautiful, not until I met Damien. His smile was so pure and genuine that I was determined to see it every day for the rest of my life. It was the kind of smile that would make the Goddess fall to her knees before him if She were to see it.

When I returned to his side, he had stopped chopping and held the head of the ax down on the stump with both hands on the end of the handle.

“Is he your only sibling?”

“Yes, do you have any?” I asked as I grabbed the last few pieces of wood and stacked them in the shed.

“I’m sure I do, but none I have met.” His eyes were alight with amusement when he saw my surprise, and he shrugged his shoulders. “My father is a wanderer. I have to assume that I am not his only offspring.”

The reminder of our different cultures made me feel sick. Would Damien be like that? Would he walk away once we had children? Had he already? How many women had he been with while traveling who ended up pregnant?

“Is that how all bears live?” It was almost impossible not to offend someone by asking how many love children they might have wandering around.

Most of them do, but not all of us. Some settle down for life.” Damien picked up the ax, walking

was very clear in his distinct difference between ‘them’ and ‘us.’ It was as if he wanted to clarify that he hadn’t been a part of the wanderers that lived their life freely

A chance for us.

seemed done chopping wood. I followed him up

on it, and it swung backward. Had Damien built a glider? My mate was a man of many talents, and

next to me, and I curled my legs beneath me as he began rocking

Sprite causing trouble in the town.” My cheeks burned, and I looked out at the forest. It was so peaceful here. Everything about the location he had chosen was perfect. People would pay millions to have a house

Damien’s thigh pressed against my knee as he adjusted in his seat,

stayed in the camp to watch our stuff and

him a fraction of a second to understand the meaning of my

I had practically jumped him yesterday. But he held still, so still,

on too strong. I had jumped the man and grabbed

my knee away to give him space, but as soon as I moved, his large hand grabbed my

words loudly, failing to regain control over my body

a small town, about two days’journey from here. It turned out that he hadn’t been eating them as quickly as we assumed he would. He

acknowledgment, nodding slowly as he thought

children would be traumatized by what they saw. But I had been hoping that witnessing the ogre’s death

trauma those kids experienced would impact the rest of their life. Some would probably wish they were dead at first, but with the right support system,

bothered him. “There is too much darkness in the world

could be like the other men I had grown up with made me feel sick. They

everything was a threat to the Princess, the heir

will find you.” I whispered. My life now was safer than when I had lived in a castle surrounded by guards. There had been

had chosen my own family and had been chosen by

are strong and beautiful. I imagine many evils would want to break your

little in this world that I would let break me.” There was an unspoken continuation to

them, but I wasn’t happy about it. Still, I could live with not being marked

down my spine, and I felt so out of control around him that

I received from him in response made a rush of pleasure course through me. “Yesterday. Was that