The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

"You will never leave me then?" I asked.

"No, I won't," she said.

I just needed to hear that. But no matter how many times she said it, I always felt anxious. I always feared for the time she might leave me.

Then should I try to get her pregnant? If there was a child between us, then she might never think of leaving me. But I did not like children and I did not want to share her with anyone. Then what should I do?

It was like I was going crazy. She was right beside me. Then why was I being like that? Why was I fearing that she might go away?

Suddenly two soft palms cupped my face and shifted my thoughts and attention towards my beautiful wife. She looked deeply into my eyes and once again, I was mesmerized by her eyes. They were beautiful and clear just like the sea. It seemed like I could see through them. Most of the time, it was easy to read her. But there were some times when I could not read her.

Since I could not read her mind because of the necklace, I had to rely on getting to know her better. It was hard as I was not experienced in these types of things. But I was trying. The more I could understand her, the better and relaxed I felt.

"I told you this before- your mood changes really quickly," she said.

I leaned against the soft palms cupping my face. "Does it?"

"Yeah. That's why sometimes it's hard to understand you," she said. And I could say the same about her. It was sometimes really hard to understand her as well and I hated those times.

"You want to understand me?"

"Of course."

"If you want to understand me, you need to know me first. And when you know me, you can slowly understand me."

"I know you. I can't say enough, but I'm trying," she said. "Hah, you speak as if you know me too well."

"Well, it's true that I don't understand you sometimes as well, but I know you."

"Really?" she asked with a questioning look.

"Of course. I also know that you're hungry right now," I said. She did not have any food since yesterday. She was supposed to be hungry. I was wondering when she would say this, but she had not yet.

"Hungry? Well... a bit. But it's not like we need to go back for that. I'm not that hungry," she said.

She was always like this. In front of me, she always behaved as if she would give in no matter what. I did not understand this. With others, she was not like this. She always had her head high while she was with others. But when she was with me, she would give for my sake.

"We don't have to go back," I said. "Here, eat this." I gave her two sandwiches. I had brought them for her since I knew she had not eaten anything.

"Can you do magic? How did those come here?" she asked in surprise.

"I brought them for you," I said.

"What about you?"

"I don't eat sandwiches," I said bitterly.

"Why? They are tasty," she said.

"I just don't like them. Actually, I don't like it when the bread comes with something."

"What???" she exclaimed loudly. It was like she had just heard something she should not have. It was adorable though... "You don't like when there are other things with bread?"

"That's right. I don't like fancy bread."

"Fancy bread? Are you kidding me? That means, eggs, lettuce, tomatoes, ham- they are out?"

"They taste weird," I said.

"What about chicken?"

"Nope."

"What? Fried chicken, or steak, or BBQ chicken..."

"They are out," I said. I did not understand why she was making a big deal out of this. But I did not stop her since it was too cute.

"Bacon?"

"No."

"Then cheese? Please don't say that even cheese..."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but no."

"Cheese? What did cheese ever do to you? I can't believe it... Chicken, cheese... my goodness," she rambled on. "That means, you don't like burgers, sandwiches, pizzas, right?"

"I don't know what people like about them."

"... You really are something? Your self-resistance is sickening," she muttered. "Really? Don't like pizza? I can't even think about it..."

"Self-resistance, huh?"

"What? Why are you focusing on that thing now?"

"My wife, do you really not know about my self-resistance at all? I thought you knew about this too well. But now, I think I need to work harder to remind you that again."

"Remind me what? Hey, you aren't implying anything indecent, are you?"

I raised my eyebrow at her. "What do you think?"

"You... you are too much," she mumbled shyly as she nibbled on her sandwich.

'So cute.'

I wiped the breadcrumbs from the side of her lips. "You eat like a bird, my wife," I said.

Her face turned red as she tried to look away, but I held her face so she could not do so. "The way you eat looked too familiar to me. So, I had been trying to find out why. Now I remember. You actually eat like a little bird."

"You are teasing me again," she muttered.

I liked it when she made this face. Honestly, I liked whatever face she made except one smile. There was a smile that was black as an empty canvas, as lifeless as a corpse. I wished she had never learned to smile like that. And whenever she smiled like that, it felt like the worst possible nightmare. I did not want to see her like that.

I wished she would always smile lively like the moon.

"My wife."

"Hm?" she looked at me with her big eyes.

"I feel like I'm missing something. Are you sure I didn't say anything last night? Why do I feel otherwise?"

"Yeah, you said something. But it's not necessary. It was just... just your shameless talking as usual," she said.

'Shameless talking, huh? But why do I feel like you're lying, my darling wife? Why do I feel like it's something I didn't want you to find out?'

"... If you say so," I muttered. There was no point in asking her. She was not going to tell me anyway. But what exactly did I say that night? If only I could remember...

"By the way, I found the moonstone."

"What moonstone? Oh, the moonstone," she said. "But when did you even go to find it?"

"This morning," I replied. "Remember when I left, that's when."

"Oh... I thought you left because you were angry."

"I was, but not too much," I said. I actually felt better after she yelled at me. She needed to stand up for herself and not apologize even when she had not done anything wrong.

"But you came back quickly too..."

"Of course. It's just a piece of cake," I said. "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Uh, what do you mean?"

"Praise me."

"..."

She started laughing. It was too cute to watch her laugh with breadcrumbs all over her face. She pulled me into her chest and patted my head.

"My husband has done a good job. I'm very proud of you," she said while smiling. "By the way, it's truly amazing that you found it in that short amount of time. Alphas are really great, I suppose."

"No."

"What?"

"Not Alphas. Only your husband is great," I said. "Don't say such things carelessly, my wife. It hurts my feelings."

"Feelings?" I heard her mumbling. Then she quickly recovered and said, "Well, I was just praising you."

As she decided to ignore it herself, I decided not to ask her anything about it as well. But it was not like I was not curious. I just did not want to make her uncomfortable about these types of things.

"Along with me, you were praising other Alphas as well."

"What? No, I wasn't! But if you really don't like it, I won't say it again."

"That's right."

"Should I say something?"

"No. I know what you're going to say."

"You're adorable!" she exclaimed loudly. I was sure someone might have heard her. I could guess what kind of shocked expressions they might be making. Well, it did not matter since it was just my wife who could see me like this.

'But still, I don't like 'adorable'. Say 'cool' or 'handsome' or 'hot'.'

"My wife, calling a man 'adorable' is not okay."

"Why not? Adorable things are supposed to be called adorable."

"Sweetheart, you really make me want to teach you to behave. You're being naughty."

"You... I thought we were not going on about this stuff, but you're again being indecent," she muttered. Her cheeks and ears were already red. It was good to see her like this.

"I think I have to disappoint you, my wife, but your husband is always indecent with you."

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