The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

"Not anymore..."

"Just one more round?" I begged.

"No... My body hurts. We did it three times already," she said, covering herself with the blanket. "Are three times not enough for now? We will do it again at night anyway. It's noon, honestly!"

"Ha, okay," I sighed and sat up. "We are doing it at least four times tonight." Enjoy stories on m_v lem|p-yr

"... Hmm..."

"By the way, what were you trying to say before? About a man or something..."

"You didn't let me start properly," she grumbled. "Well, I saw a man today on the street."

"You got down from the carriage?" I asked.

I clearly stated that she should not get down from the carriage unless she reached the Count's mansion or came back to the palace. I was not just worried about her running away. She could be in danger if she got down no matter how many knights were with her since it seemed dark mages were after her. No matter how powerful knights were, they could not match up to the power of dark mages.

"No, I did not," she replied and I calmed down. "We were in the carriage and then Perita opened the curtains since I was not feeling that good. That's the moment I saw him, my father from the dream. This time, he had blue eyes just like mine."

"I stopped the carriage to see him properly. But the surprising thing is that no one other than me could see him," she added. "I asked Abel to bring that man to me. But he could not even see him. Ruby and Perita could not see him either. I did not get down the carriage since I did not know his intention.

When we were going away, he kept looking at me."

"Are you sure it's that man from your dream? You said he was wearing a hooded cloak and a mask that covered his whole face except his eyes," I said.

"No, it was him," she said strongly. "I am sure! He was wearing a hooded cloak and a mask this time as well. I am not wrong! Trust me, it was him!"

"I understand, honey," I held her shoulders and pushed her back down as she got too overwhelmed. "It's not like I don't trust you. I was just trying to make sure that you are right about what you saw. I can think of a reason for the change of eye color actually."

"What is it?" she asked eagerly.

She was lying on her side holding a fluffy pillow tightly while I was sitting beside her. Every time she looked so cute, I got the urge to touch her. The main problem was- she always looked cute. I clasped my palms together to stop myself from touching her all the time.

"If he is really your biological father, then he surely has blue eyes. This time, he knew that you will see him or he knew you will go that way. That's why he made sure he shows you his real eye color so you get an idea that he is your father. You see, a person will naturally get curious and will want to know who their real father is and want to meet him.

Well, it's completely strange since I won't feel that way. Anyway, he thought that you would try to meet him if he showed up out of nowhere and intrigued you. He is sure that you have a feeling that your father is behind it all," I explained.

"And about the dream- I think it was not intentional. Luc wrote me in a letter that he has never heard of a case where a twin can experience what the other twin is experiencing through a dream. It's unknown, but it's obviously not impossible since it happened to you. So, I think that dream is something your father doesn't know about.

If he knew, he would have made sure to say things that will make you curious and you will want to meet him. He did not have blue eyes at that time because he perhaps went somewhere hiding his identity as much as possible. He did not bother to change it back that time."

"Well, there is a possibility," she mumbled. "Honestly, it's too much. What does he even want? He wants me to join him? Then what? It's not like he wants to have a father-daughter relationship with me."

"He just wants to use you," I said. "Don't fall for any of his tricks. He will just use you. He will manipulate you. Well, it's not like you are falling for his tricks anyway. You did not even get down the carriage.

I think he wanted you to get down the carriage and try to meet him since only you can see him. Or perhaps he just wanted to intrigue you and give you a sign or something."

"Hmm..."

She touched my bare back unconsciously and started tracing her finger up and down, drawing something there with her finger. I looked at her in surprise at her bold move and found her thinking about something deeply.

"Dem, I can really trust you, right?" she asked.

"Of course," I replied.

"You are telling the truth?"

"I am."

"You don't want me for power, right? You want me because you love me, don't you?"

"Yes," I said without pausing. "I love you and that's why I want you. I don't want to live without you. It doesn't matter if you are a dark mage or not, if your power is awakened or not, I will love you and want you regardless."

"That's good," she smiled as if she was in pain. "I don't want to be the trophy of the game of power."

Her smile made my heart ache. I hated that smile from the beginning. I wanted her to smile because she was happy, not like she was losing all her hopes.

She sat down and hugged me around my shoulder. She rested her head on my shoulder. "Love me forever, okay? I think I am being too greedy, but I can't help it. I need your love, your affirmation, everything. Well, it would be a good thing if you were not in love with me to the point of obsession.

But as long as you don't cross the line, it's fine. I just want you to always make sure that you are in love with me and that you don't want me because of my power. At least you... you should be with me for real."

"Baby, you know, I am always going to be with you. You should not worry about it at all since I am the one worried that you will leave me. Even if you don't tell me, I will stick to you forever. I am not leaving you, and neither I am letting you leave me. That's the type of husband I am."

"Mm, you better be telling the truth," she mumbled.

"I am," I said. "Honey, why don't you sit on my lap? You can hug me better that way."

Without a word, she wrapped the blanket around herself and tied it to her chest. Then, she climbed on my lap and hugged me tightly, placing her legs on either side of mine. When did she learn to be so bold? These days, my wife was surprising me a lot.

"I want to go out tonight," she said. "Let's go on a date."

It was the first time she demanded something. I chuckled. I wished she would be like this more and ask for more things since I was going to give her everything she wanted.

"Sure. Let's go on a date."

"I want to go to that restaurant that you once reserved for our date but we could not go," she said.

"Is it possible?"

"Of course. Anything you want is possible," I said.

"Thank you."

"I told you not to thank me for trivial things. I think I told you this when we first met as well," I said.

"Yeah," she laughed. "You were like- don't thank me for such little things, my bride, or you will get tired of thanking me. I was kind of scared that time. Now that I think about it, it's kinda funny. Rather than a wolf, most of the time, you are like a little kitty who wants attention. My little kitty!"

"..."

'What exactly is going on? Have I heard it wrong? Have I finally gone mad or is it my wife who has lost her mind? Who will ever call me a kitty? And little? I am more like a statue at this point...

Has she lost her point of understanding heights? Should I take her to the doctor? Litle kitty- it's too much...'

"Babe, sleep," I said.

"Yes? Why?"

"Sleep and wake up only after you have cleaned your mind. You seem to be saying baseless things right now," I said.

'Please sleep and never say such things again, I beg of you.'

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