The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 116

Eleven: Tobias

Tobias's P.O.V.

She had wanted me, and I had pushed her away.

She was done waiting. I was out of time.

I knew with every beat of my heart and breath in my lungs that I wanted her to be mine. Everything about her drew me in, called to me. She was the embodiment of seduction. But she was also funny, intelligent, and loyal. Every time we spoke, all of my responsibilities vanished from my mind, and I just wanted to spend all of my time with her.

Even Ana didn't make me feel this way; that had been a hard pill to swallow. I had tried so hard to protect her and to love her. But I had failed on both accounts. It was unnatural. It was against the will of the Goddess.

My beast felt the pull to Ana, but my mind had always been on Joselin. For that, I would never be able to let Ana go. The guilt alone was too much for me.

I ripped open the door to my father's house. The musty smell of the abandoned property made my nose wrinkle in disgust. It had been so long since I had been here. I hated doing it. It always brought back too many memories.

Yet, I also hadn't built up the courage to fix the place, so I could sell it. It was mine now that my father was gone, but the horrific memories inside made me want to burn the place down instead. I didn't want to have to go through and renovate it to hide the horrors of my past.

I was physically strong enough to do it, but I didn’t know if my mind could handle it. The easiest of the issues would be the scratches on the inside of the door and walls of the closet in my childhood bedroom.

The most difficult would be having to rip up the flooring and replace it to hide the blood stains on the first floor.

I had thought I could mentally prepare myself to move on and offer Joselin everything she could ever want. It didn't seem possible with the ghosts of my past still here. Maybe this was the closure I needed.

I had always hated this house. Every room was walled off from the others, making it darker than I'd like. The closed off floor-plan was exactly what I had avoided when I purchased my current home.

We had a few things in common, Joselin and I. Our horrific upbringing was what we had bonded over when I found her. Soon after, she became my best friend, my only escape. I had hoped for her to be my future as well.

Then I found Ana, and it felt wrong to spend time with Joselin.

Now, Ana was gone, and the only thing stopping me was my guilt.

The only way to move on was to let go of Ana. She wasn't here to forgive me anymore. I could beg and plead to the Goddess until the words lost all meaning, and I had, but it made no difference.

I glanced down at the discolored wood.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will take care of it. Tomorrow I would get my closure so I could move on.

I walked to the front window, cracking it open to air out the house a little while I was gone before locking it behind me and leaving.

It was for me. It was for Joselin. It didn't matter if I felt I couldn't do it yet; I couldn't face those demons. I had to do it.

I would

or I should be there with her. Instead, I was alone, and she was alone. How would it feel to crawl into her bed and wrap my arms around her while

she sleeping right now or

me were always the same, one memory or another. I closed my eyes, threw my forearm over them, and drifted asleep within

***

His voice was low and deadly as he scolded her. Her sweet innocence could have gotten her out of anything unless it was with him. He despised her kind. She was a disgrace to this family. A human mate would dilute

thought she

Ana.

had first shifted at fourteen. We

Lycans were stronger and shifted as soon as their beasts were ready. I had seen some of my pack mates undergo the change as early as nine. We could find

to present themselves as a potential breeder for our kind. The

and the mating mixers when I knew I had already found my mate was torturous, but no one knew about Ana. After what happened, I wanted

the human cities, checking in with our people to ensure everything was running as it should have been. My father had me tag

young at only fifteen. As soon as I walked into my

better. She probably thought I would take her away to the capital, and she would live with me among royalty.

He was furious.

was already a disgrace to him, but it was even worse

her back with us anyway, claiming she was to be a maid in our

have known

She should have listened.

would distract him so she could make a break

me leave. He would rather see me

Earth of your kind ages ago.” His growl of disgust made me flinch. I opened the front door, dropped the groceries to the floor, and raced toward my mate. My beast roared in anger

against the

him and his prey. He reeked of liquor and moonflower oil, a potent combination to which he

as he watched

snapped, gripping me by

control of my beast yet. He had

argued when his hand tightened around

face. I didn't have a chance to make a plan of attack. Hit after hit, my father launched a full strike at me, avoiding my snapping jaw and claws swiping at

my vision, stumbling backward as he tackled me down. The back of my head hit the

Run, Ana. Please.

been too young to

hit took more out of me than the last, and while I could feel my body trying to heal, he was attacking

my father slashed his claws down my chest, splitting the skin open as he had done countless times before. It was his way of teaching me a lesson. I knew he

would have sliced open my

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