The Beast And The Blessed

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.

down for life." Damien picked up the ax, walking past

if he wanted to clarify that he hadn’t been a part of the wanderers that lived their life freely with no concern for those they left behind. But settling down for life? That meant

A chance for us.

seemed done chopping wood. I followed him up the front steps

sat down on it, and it swung backward. Had Damien built a glider? My mate was

curled my legs beneath me as he

and I looked out at the forest. It was so peaceful here. Everything about the location he had chosen was perfect. People would pay

did you work?" Damien's thigh pressed against my knee as he adjusted in his seat, and I turned to him with

camp to

of my statement, and his eyelids lowered slightly as he glanced down

I had practically jumped him yesterday.

was coming on too strong. I had jumped the man and grabbed his dick yesterday, for fuck's

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 hand.

I shouted the words loudly, failing to regain control

favorite was an ogre. He had been picking off kids and teenagers in a small town, about two days'journey from here. It turned out that he hadn't been eating them as quickly as we assumed he would. He was keeping most of them in cages for later. We dealt with him and returned most of the

slowly as he

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

would probably wish they were dead at first, but with the right

I knew my story bothered him.

could be like the other men I had grown up with made me feel sick. They did their best to lock me in a tower, wanting to keep me from the horrors of my

heir

people don't realize it doesn't matter where you hide. The world always has evil, and it will find you." I whispered. My life now was safer than when I had lived in a castle surrounded by guards. There had been limited happiness between my parents, my brother, the toxic women of the

and at peace. I had chosen my own family

wild. "You are strong and beautiful. I imagine many evils would want to break your spirit.

this world that I would let break me." There was an unspoken continuation to that sentence, and I wasn't sure he would hear it. 'But you,

held all the power in our relationship. I was ready to dive in head first, but he had reservations. I understood them, but I

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

made a rush of pleasure course through me. "Yesterday. Was