Eleven: Charlie

Charlie P.O.V.

"Did you feel unsafe?" Damien asked, and I shook my head, but there was a slight delay in my reaction. The truth was there were several times that I had felt unsafe. There were more moments during my time in the castle where I was either in immediate danger or was looking over my shoulder for it than I liked to admit.

"Not with him. My brother scared me a lot, he let his anger and beast get the better of him, but he always walked away. He never physically hurt me. He just yelled and shifted to intimidate everyone around him. It's what the pack knows him for.” I kept to myself how many people he had killed in his life because there were too many to count.

Executions alone were in the high double digits; if you bring in all the wars and battles he had fought, Killian had killed at least several hundred creatures, maybe thousands.

Regardless of how cruel he acted at times, he was still my brother. Killian was the only family I had left, and I wanted him to be happy. I wanted him to find his mate so he could see that he could be good.

"Do you feel safe now?" Damien watched me closely. I could still feel his stare when I turned away from him.

I glanced over my shoulder at him. I wasn't sure if he was asking if I felt safe around him or if I felt safe around my men, but the answer, either way, was, "Yes."

That made him smile.

Never in my life had I thought of a man as beautiful before. Pretty, sure. But never beautiful, not until I met Damien. His smile was so pure and genuine that I was determined to see it every day for the rest of my life. It was the kind of smile that would make the Goddess fall to her knees before him if She were to see it.

When I returned to his side, he had stopped chopping and held the head of the ax down on the stump with both hands on the end of the handle.

"Is he your only sibling?”

"Yes, do you have any?" I asked as I grabbed the last few pieces of wood and stacked them in the shed.

"I'm sure I do, but none I have met." His eyes were alight with amusement when he saw my surprise, and he shrugged his shoulders. "My father is a wanderer. I have to assume that I am not his only offspring."

The reminder of our different cultures made me feel sick. Would Damien be like that? Would he walk away once we had children? Had he already? How many women had he been with while traveling who ended up pregnant?

"Is that how all bears live?" It was almost impossible not to offend someone by asking how many love children they might have wandering around.

but not all of us. Some settle down for life." Damien picked up the ax, walking

he wanted to clarify that he hadn’t been a part of the wanderers

A chance for us.

your favorite job?" I blinked at him, surprised that he wanted to continue our conversation even though he seemed done chopping wood.

it, and it swung backward. Had Damien built a glider? My mate was a man of many talents, and

to me, and I curled my legs beneath me as he began rocking us, pushing

Sprite causing trouble in the town." My cheeks burned, and I looked out at the forest. It was so peaceful here. Everything about the location he had chosen was perfect. People would pay millions to have a house here, and he was a smart man to

as he adjusted

the camp to

him a fraction of a second to understand the meaning of my statement, and his eyelids lowered slightly as he glanced

make a move, to lean in and kiss me after I had practically jumped him yesterday. But he held still, so still, I was questioning whether he was even

coming on too strong. I had jumped the

him space, but as soon as I moved, his large hand grabbed my thigh, holding it in place. I cleared my throat, relaxing again as I stared at his

chuckled as I shouted the words loudly, failing to regain control over my body and

he hadn't been eating them

nodding slowly

be traumatized by what they saw. But I had been hoping that witnessing the ogre's death would give them closure

their life. Some would probably wish they were dead at first, but with the right support

bothered him.

made me feel sick. They did their best to lock me in a tower, wanting to keep

Princess, the heir to the

than when I had lived in a castle surrounded by

peace. I had chosen my own family and had been

and down, unintentionally driving me wild. "You are strong and beautiful. I imagine many evils would want to break your spirit. I'm happy that

unspoken continuation to that

head first, but he had reservations. I understood them, but I wasn't happy about it. Still, I could live with

deep voice sent shivers down my spine, and I felt so out of control around him that I knew I needed to

received from him in response made a rush

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