The Beast And The Blessed

Seven: Joselin

Joselin's P.O.V.

Natalie dodged effortlessly as I swung at her. It was challenging to balance the need to get my frustration out and not hurt her. I knew she could handle herself, but I was going easy on her, and she knew it.

’This is ridiculous," Natalie said as she stopped. "Are you trying to let me win?”

She placed her hands on her hips, and her glare made me smile. "Yes. It's to boost your confidence, so when I take you to the ground in a minute, you won't be upset by how easily I do it."

Several people laughed, including Natalie. She threw her head back. Her long brown hair was in a high ponytail and swayed behind her slightly as she let out the musical sound. She may not have grown up as royalty, but she sure had it mastered after the few months she had been here.

Everything about her was flawless, and I was positive that if she were to shit her pants right now, she would still find a way to do it with dignity and grace.

"Then perhaps you need a stronger opponent to really challenge you." Her smile widened, and I saw a mischievous glint flash in her eye as her gaze flickered over my shoulder. I didn't need to turn around to know Tobias was lifting weights on the other side of the large room.

From the second he entered the room, I felt his eyes on me, making me second-guess every move I made. It was impossible to focus with him here, but I did what I needed to do. Until the pain in my chest stopped, I needed to pretend everything was the same as a few months ago. A time when we were friends and civil. I had kept my feelings to myself as much as possible and hadn't fallen all over myself trying to get him to notice me as more... and, in turn, fell all over him too.

"Don't interfere, Natalie," I said lowly, praying that he couldn't hear me but knowing he would. Still, my heart dropped, and my hands went clammy when I heard the sound of large weights falling to the ground.

in, whispering into my ear softly. ’I really didn't. I

away, sending her a silent plea to be a good friend and save me from him. I wasn’t ready to touch him again, not so soon. She looked torn, and for a moment, I thought she would help me out of this, that she had seen the pain and

my gaze on his chest. A light sheen of sweat covered his torso, his muscles swollen and bulging from his workout. He had the kind of build that made me want to toss any pride I had

as I spun toward the training field to get some air, his hand wrapped around my wrist. My head snapped up to Natalie,

Traitor.

of his hand felt like I was being burned, and the fleeting thought that I could be okay with a scar of his hand around my arm swam through my mind. It would be his mark, even

as I realized just how insane this man had made me. It

much of a hold he had over me. My lips pressed together in irritation as I ripped my arm out of his grip,

insist on sparring,

I jumped to the side as he

a sick game of cat and mouse as I threw jab after jab at him and dodged his attacks. His smirk and the heated look in his eye

awakening my body as we danced around each other on the mat. It was torture, and I knew as

pack members coming in to watch from the training field made the room grow so loud that it was distracting, but I did my best to

me to the ground. The impact of my back on the mat knocked the breath out of me, but my head was cradled in the palm of his hand. He wasted no time setting it down as he straddled me, his hands pinning my arms down

were mere inches from mine, and his eyes glanced down to my mouth, making me hold my breath. My usual confidence had taken a blow last night, or I would

so soon. I felt like Tobias was

an advance on him, I

enjoyed