The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

"Took you long to figure out," I said.

She moved impatiently in the bathtub. "You... That's your fault! You never even gave a hint! How am I supposed to know that it was you?"

"I gave a hint, you know."

"Not that I know of."

"Remember when you told me about the roses? That time, didn't you notice my reaction?"

"Well, you looked weird."

"Perhaps, but I was not too angry. My wife, do you think that your husband will stay quiet after hearing you talking about roses that someone else gave you? No matter if it was a woman or a man, or it was in the past or in the present- I would track that person down to ask why they did so," I said.

"You're... strange."

"I'm a jealous person. Though I try to keep my jealousy in check, sometimes I can't help it," I said. Seeing her close to another person was unimaginable. Even thinking about it made me mad. Perhaps I was crazy about her. But if by being crazy, I could have her all to myself, I would rather accept my crazy side.

"Were you ever jealous?" she asked slowly.

"Of course," I said as I scrubbed her skin sensibly. Her skin was smooth and soft as cream. I just wanted to touch her all the time. The thought of being able to touch her smooth skin alone was making me feel special. Of course, there was no one who would ever be able to touch her like this. "When that punk hugged you..."

"Luc? But it was a friendly hug, I told you."

"And I also told you that, friendly or not, I don't like people touching you," I said. "But I didn't get too angry since it was that stupid punk. Well, he might be clingy, but he is reliable and won't do anything wrong. But that doesn't mean he can touch you however he pleases. Slap him or stab him the next time he does that."

"Stab...? You don't need to go that far."

"I don't care if you kill him though..."

"I do! He is your friend and also my friend in the process," she said loudly.

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"Friend in the process?" I laughed.

"Geez, stop laughing!"

For some reason, I was totally different when I was with my little wife. She always brought out a strange side of me. But that strange side felt natural these days. Perhaps she was just making me the right person.

"By the way, there is an upcoming banquet," I said. "We need to attend, though if you don't want to, you can say no. I won't force you."

"What banquet? Where?" she asked anxiously.

"In Ataraxia palace," I replied. "I got the invitation last night."

"When you left for a while last night?"

"Yeah. There is a twelve-hour difference between Querencia and Ataraxia. That's why the arrival of the invitation was an odd time."

"So when do we have to go there?"

"The banquet is two months away. You don't have to go if you don't want to."

"Then what's the point of sending an invitation this early? I mean, two months is too much... If it was one month, that would be okay..."

"That's how things are here. Even two months is a short time to get ready for the Royals and nobles," I said. "It's strange to me too. But well, it's not a problem even if we have a short time. You have the best things in this kingdom. So, no matter how short the time is, you can always shine though you'll shine even without wearing anything- not like I'll let you."

"Then the banquet is two months away?"

"Yeah. You know you don't have to..."

"Why are you saying that again and again. I want to go because I want to be with you. And besides, it will be a good experience," I said. "Why? Don't you want to go with me?"

"What? How can that be?" I said loudly. "It's just... I thought you wouldn't want to. But if you want to, we will go together. I'll be happy to take you with me as well."

How could I tell her that I did not want others to look at her too much? The king of Ataraxia was an old man and he was not the pervert type. But he had two sons. The crown prince had a fiancé, but it was political. She was the princess of Lacuna. I had met the crown prince and from what I could see, he did not seem like a bad person.

But the person who made me worry was the other prince. He was a playboy and went for all types of women, even married ones. But one day or another, my wife had to make an appearance as the Queen of Querencia.

"Yeah, it would be cool too! I will get to see another palace," she said with a grin. "By the way, how are we supposed to go there?"

"Carriage."

"Carriage?" she asked with a strange look in her eyes.

"Do you hate it?" I asked.

"No, I'm excited! I have never seen a carriage in real life, you know," she said. "There will be horses, right?"

"Or what? Did you think bulls or cows?"

"Haha, kind of," she laughed.

"You look really excited."

"Yep! It will be amazing, especially since we will go together," she said. My pupils dilated strangely, hearing her words. It was amazing how cheerful and excited this girl was just because she would be able to be with me.

"Give me your palms," I said.

"My palms? Okay."

She spread out her palms towards me. There were red marks and callouses there because of today's practice. I never liked seeing any mark on her delicate body. But for some reason, these marks- I liked them.

Because these marks were the symbol that she would be able to protect herself slowly. I kissed her palms and licked her skin.

"Wha... What're you doing?"

"I got soap in my mouth..."

"That's what you get from being weird all of a sudden," she said knowingly. "Why did you have to lick my palms all of a sudden? You knew that there was soap."

"I couldn't help it," I said.

"... You're making me feel weird too," she mumbled and looked down shyly. "You really are something. Honestly, why do you have to do these types of things all the time? I don't understand at all... Really?

Sometimes you're so childish..."

"Dem, are you listening? What... Wait... Your face...," she muttered as she put her palm against my cheek. "You're... Dem, you're blushing!

Aww, are you really blushing?"

"I'm not!"

"Aww, don't need to hide," she said teasingly with a huge grin. "Anyone can blush, but you look really cute when you blush. Aw, it's my first time seeing you blush."

Yes, and it was my first time blushing, or whatever this weird thing was. The hell... Why did I have to be weird like this all of a sudden? It never happened to me before. And now my little wife was looking at me as if I was an adorable little animal. I did not want her to look at me like that.

I did not want to be cute in her eyes. Rather, I wanted to be someone who she would call handsome or cool, not cute.

"Are you being shy now? Aww! So cute," she grinned happily as she found a new thing to tease me with. It was mostly me who teased her since her reactions were the perfect item to tease with. But to think that she would do the same...

Now I understood how she felt while I teased her. It was truly tiring and embarrassing. But only I could make her feel that way and it could not be the other way around.

"Hey..."

"Are you still blushing? Even your ears are red... You look so cute!"

"Listen..."

"Your face is so warm against my palm. Wow, you really are blushing..."

Now she was truly going too far. Perhaps it was time for me to step in and show her if I was truly cute or not.

"You'll regret your decision now," I said.

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

I grabbed her cheeks and kissed her deeply. She was taken aback, but her words were cut off because of my lips. It was a good way to shut her up. Perhaps I would use it whenever she would try to call me cute.

I grabbed her waist with my hand and pinched her skin. She pushed herself forward and her lips parted just enough for my tongue to invade.

"Mm... Hm..."

"Breathe with your nose," I said, leaving her lips, and then again went back to the kissing. I was addicted to her soft lips and suppressed moans. Her moans were like a melody that only I had the right to hear and her lips were the fruit only I could taste.