The Beast And The Blessed

The Bear and The Beauty - One: Charlie

The Bear and The Beauty

Chapter One: Charlie

Charlie’s P.O.V.

I could hearthem laughing from here. There were a hundred yards of thick trees between us, and I could still hear them laughing at me.

The corner of my lips pulled up at the sound. Even if I was the butt of the joke, it felt amazing. Before them, I never had someone willing to treat me as an equal. Let alone to be so bold as to laugh at me to my face.

But as I grabbed a large glob of the thick green slime from my chest, I let a chuckle slip out too. It dripped through my fingers, stringing through them to the ground just as I reached the river's edge.

I deserved this. I knew better.

Yet, I still ended up covered in troll snot because I was careless. There were worse ways to end up after a battle with a rogue troll, but being drenched in their mucus was not my favorite.

Flicking my fingers to the side, the slime smacked loudly against the leaves of the overgrown bush next to me.

He would bring in a nice payday, but getting his remnants from my clothes and memory would take forever.

Oh, if my brother could see me now. He would be furious. Risking my life to chase monsters and sleeping in the forest with five men. Of course, they were in separate bed rolls and tents, but just thinking about him seeing how I lived now... I could picture the vein in Killian’s forehead threatening to burst.

He hated having his heir so far away and out from under his thumb. It was part of the reason why I left. Whenever he vocalized his dislike for my occupation, he always said it wasn’t suitable for 'the heir' to be putting herself in danger. Not once had he said he was worried about 'his sister.'

There was a big difference. One I resented.

As soon as I had the opportunity, I fled home like the hounds of hell were on my heels.

To be fair, they technically were. An angry Lycan was one thing, but the Lycan king? Forget about it.

inch of my body, and I excitedly eyed the water. The only good thing to come of accidentally puncturing the pocket of mucus that trolls had under their chin, like a croaking frog, was that I was given first rights to

woman here, I

my turn to enjoy the cool water instead of having to sit in damp

in the stream sent a shiver along my spine as I bent my knees and sank down. My hands fisted into the sand, and I rubbed it over my top first. It had been the easiest way for a quick clean, and when the small pebbles washed away through

and switched to leather. The men had offered to make me some so I could sew it

be more pungent after a day of working around camp than

that happened, I had no idea. While I appreciated my family of misfits and monster hunters,

bed with it at least damp and would have to hang it up around camp, but it was better than it crusting with mucus. My pants were next, and as

left my lips as the uneven stones beneath me bruised my tailbone, and I kicked the fabric free from around

bother to lay them out. They deserved their punishment of sitting tangled up in

deep hum of amusement reached my ears, and my cheeks burned brightly as I looked up. A beast of a man was bent over the bank of the river almost 20 yards

at his size. Growing up surrounded by Lycans, I was used to shirtless, muscular men walking around. But he put them to shame. I was sure

continued to clean himself. I couldn't tell if they were a deep brown or black from the distance, but I wanted to find out. I felt

and would greet the Goddess with open arms and thank her for creating such a perfect

Him. My mate.

looked entertained but not as excited as I felt. My hands were still behind me, holding my

promptly burned down my neck and over my chest as I realized my position. His

fabric to clean and dry, the better. But now I

with their kind often, but I

A bear shifter.

made me feel even more exposed than when he was staring. I wanted his eyes on me. I wanted to know

Classy.

wet hands through his black hair, clearing the strands back from his forehead. I

he could make something that simple look so sexy, I was

slime. I dove back into the water, arching my back slightly and straightening my legs.

was exactly what I needed to regain my composure. So far, I had done

and giddiness filled me at the prospect of him joining me. Perhaps he was as excited about finding me as