The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 151

Forty-Seven: Joselin

Joselin P.O.V.

It was clear that Tobias didn't believe me when I told him I wanted to get some fresh air and walk to the All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

castle for dinner instead of teleporting. It was the pack dinner, and most of the pack ate together at the

castle.

Tobias watched me the entire time I was getting ready, and his mouth curved down further when I

wobbled in my heels and switched to flats.

Heels were part of my daily attire, and being unable to walk in them was a huge red flag. But I

shrugged it off and said that flats would be more comfortable if we were walking that far.

It didn't escape my notice that he held me close to his side instead of holding my hand as we walked

through the city. His grip on me was so firm as if to hold me up, but the soft swipe of his thumb over the

thin black fabric on my hip was soft and sweet.

My eyes traveled over all the people walking around us with smiles, excited to attend the pack dinner.

There were several paces between each family, individual, and couple, and I was grateful for the

breathing room.

Even though I was hit with another wave of Rona's curse, exhausting me and making me feel sick, the

sight was magical. The pack was happy and joyous as they walked through the streets under the pink

glow of the sunset to the castle entryway.

The cool evening air was, in fact, refreshing, and it felt easier to breathe as we moved slowly among

the masses. Most people were rushing, but a select few, like Tobias and myself, were enjoying the

sunset and strolling down the street.

My eyes felt heavy, and my stomach was so uneasy that even though I wasn't hungry, the butterflies in

there made it feel empty.

I entered the castle every day. I lived there since I was eleven. But something about the lighting as the

descending sun hit the castle and the excitement around me made it feel brand new. Maybe it was

because it was a brand new experience now that I had moved out and was walking through the

courtyard with my mate by my side.

Once seated inside, Cyrus came rushing over, joining Tobias and me at the head table. I watched as

my mate's lip curled in irritation as he placed a possessive hand on my thigh. His dissatisfaction with

the spell caster was evident, and I reached under the table and tapped the top of my mate's hand.

Cyrus should be bumped into mine from the fast movement, but he looked nervous, anxious even. He

crouched between myself and Natalie's empty seat. The crowd was loud, but even then, I knew those

close to us could hear the lanky man's voice if they wanted to.

"Listen, I know I said I'm on board," He leaned in to whisper by my ear. "But

I am starting to freak out."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself as I let my head fall against the high back of the seat. They

were nothing compared to the throne-like chairs Killian and Natalie would sit in, but they were

extravagant enough. He didn't know how badly I needed to get dirt on Rona. Even if she had cursed

me, as long as Cyrus could help me get proof of her treason, she could be executed, and the curse

would die with her.

My cheeks puffed out as I released my breath, my head feeling heavy as I tried to lift it. 'Don't back out

now. We all have a job to do."

My reminder only made him look more defeated and guilty than before. I hoped he would agree to

complete his end of this before I had to threaten him with his blood. Once I took that step, all trust

would be broken.

"I know that and want to help, but there had to be another way to go about it." He placed his hand on

my forearm, and Tobias's burning gaze snapped to it as if he were trying to set it on fire. He might

have, too, if I didn't squeeze his hand tighter over my thigh.

"Cyrus, the decision was made not by just me. The King agrees. If you have a complaint about our

decision, you can schedule a time to discuss it with him." I knew it was cheap to blame Killian, and

while everything I said was true, I should have just dealt with it myself instead of pawning Cyrus and his

issues onto Killian's already full plate.

Killian had enough on his mind, but using him as my scapegoat when I felt like shit was so easy. As my

best friend, it was his job. I did the same for him when he needed me to. It was part of the give and

take of our relationship.

I can't tell you how many petty squabbles he sent my way, knowing that most people were too bothered

by my existence or scared of me to follow through and seek me out.

"Joselin, can you please try to understand? I really like this girl, and if I do this, it could hurt her and my

chance with her." His voice was so soft that I barely heard him.

My molars clenched as I opened my eyes and glared at him.

Blanche.

That annoying fucking pixie was derailing our plans and possibly costing multiple people their lives. If I

died after marking Tobias, I was sure he would die too. Cora was probably already on the chopping

block, and who knew what would happen after she had gathered our combined power?

I already held the power of four witches, Rona had at least three if she had been the one in the

mountains, and I had no idea how many Cora had.

"Your duty to your kingdom should always come before all else." I snapped. My body protested as I

rose to my feet upon hearing Natalie and Killian's introduction. It didn't happen every night, but at pack

dinners, they were announced as it was considered a formal affair.

Everyone was dressed up for it, and it was loud but not as rowdy as most nights.

Cyrus moved back behind the chairs to stand beside an unhappy Tobias, and I took a moment to

admire my mate. My man looked good in his suit. It had to have been tailored to his specifications

because there was no way a suit that size would be found on any shelf. His broad shoulders alone

would have been an issue.

Adding in his muscular back and chest, there was no way he could find clothes off the rack.

I was so happy with him and hated waiting to be with him. Was it fair for me to ask Cyrus to put aside

his infatuated with Blanche? Yes. Yes, it was.

The longer we stood, the more uneasy I felt. My head was light, and it took everything in me not to let it

bob around like a balloon. The chandeliers were too bright, and my eyelids dropped slightly from the

oncoming headache.

Killian spared me a concerned glance as he pushed Natalie's seat in for her, but I refused to

acknowledge it. Instead, I greeted them with a dip of my chin before quickly taking my seat once Killian

had done the same.

Within seconds the food was arriving. Platters covered the tables, and the pack sat patiently while

waiting for the head table to be served. Killian and Natalie took their first bite, and the rest of the pack

dug into the buffet style layout.

The baked potatoes and chicken looked divine, but the empty feeling in my stomach made the idea of

any food entering it unappealing.

My mouth watered, but not from the aroma of the lemon-pepper chicken. It was the kind that told me if I

swallowed the spit, it would only make my stomach worse.

Still, I tightened my hold on the fork and forced my throat to listen, taking down the excess liquid before

shoveling a bite of potatoes into my mouth to distract myself.

It dried on my tongue, turning to dust and making me even queasier than before. My tongue smacked

against the roof of my mouth as I tasted the gritty texture.

Tobias next to me had already finished his potatoes by the time I decided to take a fake bite, pushing

some of what was in my mouth back on the empty fork. When I pulled it out, I glanced down at it and

quickly shoved the bite back into the pile on my plate before anyone saw it.

But I did.

Mashed white potatoes graced the metal tongs of the fork. They looked watered down from mixing with

my saliva but otherwise seemed completely normal.

"Everything okay?" Natalie asked me softly, gazing at the pile of mush on my plate. My lack of

discretion would have been embarrassing if I hadn't been so concerned.

"Just peachy." I offered her a forced smile before dropping it and realizing I didn't need to be fake with

her. She had proven to be stubborn, and she wouldn't believe me anyway.

"Have something against potatoes?" Her fork was half full, and as she took the bite, it looked so poised

and dainty, the picture-perfect image of a true queen while I had just spat my food back out like an

infant.

"When they're not in liquid form and knocking me on my ass... Yeah, I do.’ She laughed, but I was

aware of her watching me as I speared a green bean and lifted it to my mouth.

Don't be gross. Please don't be gross.

The vegetable crunched between my teeth, shooting juice onto my tongue and making me relax as the

buttery flavor of the green beans reached my taste buds.

This I could live with.

There were only so many green beans before I had to either turn to the chicken, which had no appeal

to me or try the gritty mashed potatoes again. By the time I decided to go for the piece of meat on my

plate, the hall had started clearing, and I placed my glass of water between myself and Tobias, hoping

to use it to hide the food on my plate as I stood.

But he noticed. He always did. He noticed everything about me all the time.

He shook his head as we made our way toward the exit. Natalie and Killian were long gone, eager to

get back to their room now that they had refueled for their thousandth round of baby-making.

The walls were warping around me, and I gripped the arm next to me tightly. A hand was placed on my

back, the heat burning through the skin of my dress and centering me.

"Ow," Cyrus whined, pulling at his arm to escape me. I leaned away from Tobias, my glare set on the

spell caster in my grip as I hissed lowly at him. I knew I had his attention with the way his eyes widened

at the urgency in my voice.

"You need to use your in. We... I need you to find out what Rona is up to."