The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 185

Nine: Damien

Damien P.O.V.

Five men.

She lived with five men who snored louder than most bears. It wouldn't have been a problem if I hadn't found myself back at her camp listening to them for the past few hours after they had all gone to sleep. Four were in tents, but the smallest one slept by the low burning fire on a bedroll.

He didn't seem to be bothered by the drop in temperature once the sun went down and snored the loudest. It disrupted the peace of the night and reminded me of why I enjoyed the solitude of my cabin. I loved hearing the chirping of the crickets and the cooing of owls. I liked the sound of birds in the morning and how the wind would whistle through the trees.

It could be a little lonely at times, but it was peaceful.

I had crossed the river and shifted into my beast, only to sit about ten meters from Charlotte's tent upwind. Even with the space between us, I could hear her teeth chattering and the tiny whimpers that left her perfect lips as she slept.

I wondered how she would react if she woke up to me climbing into her small one-person tent and curling around her to share my body heat. After what happened today, I didn't think it would go over well.

She would either tell me to get out, or we would wake up the rest of her camp as we finished what we had started by the fire earlier. I would give anything to have her wrapped around me again. But I was also trying to be responsible.

The same concerns had been swarming my head since we first crossed paths.

We clearly came from different social standings, and she deserved better than a cabin or house in the woods, even if she was sleeping in them for the time being. That wouldn't be permanent. I knew one day Charlotte would end up back in society with a house filled with everything she could ever want and men falling over themselves to get her attention.

She wanted her soulmate, and I wasn't that.

was a wolf, and I was a bear. Our kinds didn't get along, and I couldn't imagine

closed my eyes tightly, shaking my head as I tried to get the image of Charlotte holding our baby from my mind. Having those thoughts so soon wasn't healthy, and I couldn't do

control today was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. Our mutual attraction felt like two flames crashing together, ready to burn down

one of the men exited their tent. It was

Roman, but she and I hadn't talked about any of the men...or talked at all. That was something that

that would prevent us from being together,

pockets of his jeans. His eyes locked with mine, and my body relaxed. He could be a threat if he wanted to be, but nothing about his demeanor told me

me, sitting on a tree stump about seven feet in front of me and to my right.

you." There was no tightness or anger in his voice. He was simply stating a fact, and I appreciated that he didn't come out here with hostility or aggression.

before nodding my head. My body shook as I began the shift to my skin, but he held his hand up to stop

pretty

me so far. "You're Roman," I stated, pulling on the pair of shorts I had brought

her soft breathing and occasional shivering, and I worried she knew I was here too. Would it bother her that I was out here,

still snoring on his bed roll, the only one not in a tent to have been able to spot

wolves had them, but bears didn't. They

They and the wolves were always so fluid and in synch when in battle because they could communicate and plan attacks with only a thought. Something no one else could tap into

ways to communicate with each other discretely." Roman cleared his throat. "Charlie

She saw something she wanted and didn't want to let it go. It was empowering that she felt that way for me, and one of the things that intrigued me about

women I have ever met. She has put up with a lot of shit in her life, but I've never seen her cry

my gut, and I had to

but to have made her cry left a

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