Chapter 141

The Beast And The Blessed by Ashley Breanne Book 2

The Warrior and The Witch by Ashley Breanne

Chapter 35 (Tobias’s P.O.V.)

Never in my life had my d*ic*k gone limp as quickly as when I was staring at the bones of an

amputated leg. Until that moment, I had thought Joselin could keep me painfully hard forever. I had

been hiding how she affected me for years. Now that I no longer had to, I wanted to take full

advantage of the situation.

She was my mate. Mine.

I could f*uc*k her and love her anywhere, and I planned on it. Seeing how hot and bothered she got

over the thought of f*uc*king here only confirmed that when we got home, there would be a few

places around the castle that I could pull her away to without any complaint from her. I t was even

better than claiming her in front of others.

Sneaking around and enjoying each other was higher on my list than exhibitionism. At the top of

the list was having Joselin all to myself in our bed.

I still needed to help her gather her belongings and move in. But even if that didn't happen

immediately, I would still consider it our house and bed.

But a fruc*king leg. I had seen worse, done worse than cutting off someone's leg, but never had I

expected to find one in someone's bedroom. It was disturbing.

Rona was a twisted soul, but I never pegged her as the kind of woman who would fall asleep only a

few feet from the amputated limb of one of her coworkers. “We need to get back,” Joselin muttered,

her mind going a mile a minute. She left the leg behind, straightened the blanket o n the bed, and

pulled her pants back on. When she approached me to teleport, I gently tapped my finger on her

head, silently asking what was going through her mind.

This was what she had wanted, to find proof of foul play, but it raised more questions than answers.

“It doesn't make sense. No blood is left, and the bone marrow is dried out and won't work. I don't

know what Rona is doing with it, but she is up to something. This confirms it.” Joselin said, her long

white hair flowing down her back as the lines on her skin vibrated with agitation.

I would keep a close eye on the older woman. She was pretty civil unless she was around Rona,

which made them both hostile.

“Do you think she is controlling Cora somehow or draining her magic?” I asked as Joselin wrapped

her arms around my waist and pressed her h*ips against mine i n a sweet hold. There was nothing

s*e*xual about it, but I still adored it.

Her smell was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but lean forward and k*iss the top of her head, taking

in her scent. “She’ s starting to come to."

The warning through the pack link from Natalie was all I needed to grab Joselin's hand and drag her

out of the house and across the yard to the first. We had barely reached the trees when the fog

came in again, thick and deadly.

“Time to go, sweetheart,” I muttered.

The guards jumped, going on alert as Joselin and I teleported back into the castle. She ignored

them, her knuckles rapidly rasping against the door of

Killian's office. It surprised me that she didn't just walk right in. Never before had I seen her wait for

someone to announce that she could enter. She walked these halls as if she owned them, and she

did. She could make anyone bend to her will, and I knew that was one of the reasons why she found

her job so frustrating. She hated having rules to follow when she could have just taken action and

put it behind her.

If she had killed Rona one of the first few times the woman had been out of line, we wouldn't be in

this mess, wondering what she was up to.

One of the guards nodded, and Joselin pushed the door open to find Natalie fixing her hair while

she sat on Killian's lap.

The room smelled of s*e*x, and my nose wrinkled as Natalie's face turned bright red. I dipped into a

bow that made all three of them raise their eyebrows.

“We are in private. You don't need to do that now that we are mated.” Joselin said with a smile.

"Although you have a very nice a*s*s.”

I straightened as she moved to my side to look at my backside, and Killian groaned. “What?” Joselin

asked, sitting in the chair on our side of the desk and propping her feet on the hard wooden

surface. “I can't hit on my man, but you have no problem inviting us into your office when it smells

like you two have been going at it like animals in here all morning?”

Her man. F*uc*k that sounded good. If we weren't standing before the king and queen, I would

bend her over the desk and reward her for that statement.

Natalie's face turned a deeper red as she leaned back against Killian's chest with a smile. “We have

been.”

It was Joselin’s turn to groan, and I couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked as she let her

head fall back against the seat, exposing her long and slender throat with my mark on it.

I didn't know how to interact with Killian and Natalie beyond my duties as a warrior and bodyguard,

so I stood behind the chairs in my normal stance. My hands clasped in front of me with my feet

shoulder-width apart. Killian used to be one of my best friends when we were little, but we had

turned to more of a professional relationship after Ana died. I knew he knew about her. He had just

been respectful enough not to bring it up or to tell anyone.

“You can sit down,” Natalie spoke softly, her friendly smile making me feel more relaxed, but I still

moved stiffly as I walked around the chair and sat. “I take it you found something?”

“Not what I had been expecting, but yes.” Joselin then told them about the leg and its possible uses,

but how each possibility was also impossible. They listened intently, Natalie nodding when

appropriate and Killian staying straight- faced as he tossed the information around his head.

They all agreed that Cora hadn't been acting out of the ordinary, and until now, they had no reason

to believe that she had any involvement at all. The only possibility was that Rona was targeting her

or holding the leg over her for leverage to get Cora to do something for her in exchange for getting

it back.

“She could use it for a resurrection spell, or maybe she is just cursing Cora, but without blood, it

wouldn't be very strong.” Joselin offered, and the room fell silent.

“Cyrus,” I stated, the name coming across loud and clear.

Joselin hummed in response, and I knew I didn't need to elaborate. I didn't want t o. I was

comfortable talking around Joselin, but it had been a long time since I freely spoke aloud in front of

others. Natalie looked shocked, and Killian almost looked relieved to hear me talking.

“That could work. I have Cyrus's blood, s o I can always keep it over him if he gets out of line or

goes off script. But she does seem to have a fascination with him. She has been trying to seduce

him to get information from him. I wonder what she would do if we fl*ipped the script.”

Joselin's fingers tapped against the arm of the chair as she debated, and I instinctively reached over

and grabbed her hand to calm her.

“If we have the measures to keep him under control, then I don't see why not. Use the boy.” Killian

ordered, and Joselin let out the breath she had been holding.

A loud knock on the door made us all fall quiet, and Killian's eyes dulled as someone spoke to him

through the pack link.

A dark look passed over his face as he took in the information before rejoining us. “Get him on

board but keep him under control.”

The door opened, and the devil walked in. Her heels cl*icked against the floor as she laughed. “Well,

isn't this cozy?”

Joselin rolled her eyes but dropped her feet from the desk and stood. I did the same, keeping

myself between the redheaded she-devil and my mate. If Rona knew we were in her house today,

she wouldn't hesitate to kill us.

Only her focus was on Killian instead of m e or my mate.

When we didn't move, her head snapped i n our direction, and her voice came out thick with

indignation. “Do you mind?”

“Yes.” Joselin snapped back, and Rona looked surprised before letting out a cold laugh.

“Very well, the council must also be informed.” Rona narrowed her eyes at Joselin before turning

away and cl*icking the long matte grey nails of her left hand on the back of the chair I had been

sitting in only moments prior. “I will be taking leave to collect my pledge. Should be no more than a

few days.”

The bitter thought of her forcing a young witch to come here against their will came to mind, and I

wanted to bare my teeth at her but kept myself collected.

Anyone willing to work with Rona without resistance was not to be trusted. I f they did, she probably

had something over them.

A small part of me knew she was lying. That wasn't why she was leaving. The timing was too

convenient, and I could only pray to the Goddess that Joselin and I hadn't left any evidence behind

of our presence at her home. But it was a good excuse for her departure, and having her gone for a

short while could work in our favor to turn that scrawny thorn in my side against Rona if he wasn't

already.