The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 181

Five: Charlie

Charlie’s p.o.v.

My lips were damp from licking them, and his warm breath blew across them like a silent siren song, begging me to give it to the source and let him devour me. I expected a smile, maybe even a kiss. Any reaction telling me he was happy about the news would have been welcomed.

Instead, he shook his head, his eyebrows pulling together as he loosened his hold on me.

That wasn't supposed to happen. He should want to hold me close, smile, and maybe even mark me.

My stomach turned to concrete as he pulled his arms away entirely. My dagger dropped to the ground from his loose hold on it, the blade embedding itself into the moist soil.

His body heat leaving me as he stepped back felt like I had just walked outside into a blizzard as all my fears surfaced. I spun around, not wanting to let him run out of my sight this time. He had escaped from me too many times before. We needed to have this conversation, even though I was terrified of what might be said.

My smile fell when I saw the horrified look on his face. The whites of his eyes were bright in contrast to the black irises, and I hated that as he let them roam over my body, I felt inadequate. He looked bothered by what he saw as his gaze returned to my face.

I wasn't what he had expected from the Goddess... that much was clear.

"No."

That single word made me wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole. The heat behind my eyes began building rapidly, and I knew tears would come next if I didn't do something.

"No?" My echo seemed to amuse him as his lip twitched, but I didn't find this funny. "You carry half of my soul, and your response is just no?"

He tilted his head to the side, a heavy focus taking over his expression as the tears I had been fighting back filled my eyes anyway. "I don't have a mate." "You might not have known you had one before, but you do now." My voice cracked, and I couldn't even find it within myself to be embarrassed.

"Bears don't have mates." He repeated, his eyes locked on me with unashamed pity. He didn’t know me, but how could he be so casual about ripping my heart out?

My chest felt heavy, and my spit thickened as I felt the dam about to burst. "Just because you don't feel the mate bond doesn't mean you don't have a mate."

both of us and if he would let me, I would love him with everything I had, even after my last breath. Was it how

he stepped back, and my lungs shuddered with each

him to call me Charlie. But that was what my friends and family called me. The people and the court members all referred to me as Princess Charlotte. He

my hands was a bad habit I had when I got worked up. My etiquette instructor had tried to break me of it, training me to remain calm, composed, and emotionless even when I

the only one I had ever shown my emotions

that was how

slipped over my lid and down my cheek. He looked startled and a little scared at seeing

He rushed forward, his hands raising toward me

stopped when he

the better. I couldn't have him keep touching me when he would reject

tears stopping as I glared at him. He

I schooled my emotions, just as I had been

no need to embarrass myself any more

by coming here today, now I wanted nothing more than to get away

away. He didn't try to stop me, but I did

I glanced over my shoulder

for now until I could work up the

were soulmates before, but now he does. Perhaps giving

up, but he didn't

but I couldn't focus on what they were saying, let alone respond. My

men went silent, Barley standing as Roman raced

told me once about the pain he felt every day, the constant pull at his

conversation, I had asked him, "Does

everything I needed

deserved happiness. He was the kind of man who loved unconditionally and would give anything for his family. A man who

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