The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

"Yes, my king," both of them said at the same time.

Blue was shocked hearing what I said. She should be. She had never faced these kinds of things before. She would get used to it after some days.

During the breakfast, even though Uncle Victor tried to make Blue feel uncomfortable, I did not let him do so. I would never let anyone try to make her feel bad.

"I'll leave now. I need some things to take care of," I said. The way she looked at me with her deep eyes made me want to kiss her right away, but I restrained myself. There was going to be time to do so after we were married and she would accept me properly.

"I'll go and meet Ava. She is very cute," she said, smiling.

"She is. She likes you a lot. I'm sure she will start sharing her secrets with you."

"Secrets?"

"Everyone has secrets, Blue, little or big."

"Do you have secrets?"

"Perhaps I do," I said as I kissed her on the forehead. She flinched, not expecting it. She glanced up at me with those beautiful blue eyes that had the power to make anyone fall for their beauty.

"I'll see you later then," I said, "my bride."

I smiled at the thought of how my life would be with her in it. Whatever it was going to be, it would not be dull or lifeless.

On the way, I met the Beta.

"My king," he bowed.

"Has he sent any reply?" I asked as I walked towards my study room with the Beta striding beside me.

"No, my king. I believe he is plotting something new. He is not going to let go of the matter easily. King Ford is known for his cunning schemes," he said.

"Do you suspect that we will lose to his sly plans, Kenzo?"

"No, my king, I did not mean it. I know that our kingdom will not lose. I was just saying that now that you've chosen your bride, he might..."

"He might try to take her away from me?" I asked.

"Yes, my king," he said blowing his head.

"And why do you think she is the one I chose? I haven't introduced her officially yet," I said.

"Everyone is talking about it, my king, so I assumed. Please forgive me if I am wrong."

"No, you're not wrong. She is the future Queen," I said. "I will introduce her tonight."

"Good to know, my king," he said. "My king, can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"She is a human?"

"Yes," I replied. "Is that a problem?"

"No, my king. Why would it be a problem? It's just humans don't really come to this world, so I was a bit surprised. Nothing more than that," he said quickly.

"Good. Now you need to make preparations for the future Queen's official introduction. There is not going to be any lacking of any type."

"Yes, my king. I will make sure of everything."

"Go now."

Kenzo, the Beta, bowed and left. I went to sit in my chair. I needed to write letters to the other kings regarding the invitation to our wedding dinner party. There would be no time to write them after, so I decided to write them right away.

I was finished in an hour. I was never fond of writing invitation letters to other kings and queens. But as it was part of my duty, I had no choice but to do it. Kings and queens were not going to appear on their own. Rather, they dispatched a representative to represent them at Royal weddings.

I got up and went out of the room, knowing full well that I needed to see her again.

I met Evelyn on the way.

"You got such a sweet bride, brother," she said smiling.

I smiled too. Mother and sister liked her a lot. They had to. No one in their right mind could ever hate someone like her. She was perfect.

"Where is she?" I asked.

"Someone can't let his bride get away from his eyes," Evelyn teased.

"You were even crazier about Merrick," I said.

"My husband is handsome. Of course, I was crazy about him. I still am," she pouted.

"And my bride is gorgeous. Don't you think I should be crazy about her?"

"You got a point there, brother. I won't lie, but she is truly pretty. Did you see her eyes? They are just perfect," she said. "Ava likes her a lot. She has taken her to her treehouse.

I think she is reading your bride her favorite poems."

"Good then."

"Are you going to your Blue, brother?" she asked.

I did not reply. I started walking. I heard her chuckling behind. She knew the answer herself. Was it too obvious that I was crazy about Blue? Perhaps it was.

But I did not care. She was my bride and I had all the right to be crazy about her.

I made my way to the garden. On my way, I got bows again and again. I had gotten used to it and it did not bother me at all. But I wondered how Blue was going to feel about it. It was going to take her some time to adjust.

I knew the way to Ava's treehouse pretty perfectly as I was the one who had built it for her. She was even closer to me than her parents, mostly because her parents were always busy traveling, but she did not like it.

As I reached the treehouse, I saw that Barrett and Ezekiel were standing under the steps. The treehouse seemed to be so quiet. I climbed up the stairs and looked inside the door only to find one of the most beautiful sights.

Ava was sitting on Blue's lap and reciting a poem to Blue, who was listening intently, stroking her hair. Blue had her eyes closed as she was leaning on Ava's head gently.

I went inside, being careful not to make any noise. I watched as both of them were very intent in their poem reciting and listening.

"Was it good, aunt Blue?" Ava asked as she was finished.

"It wasn't just good, Ava. It was amazing," she said and kissed her on the cheeks.

"You have beautiful hair, aunt Blue."

"Thank you, sweetheart. But your hair is better than mine."

"Really?"

"Yes. It's perfect," she said lovingly. "And don't call me aunt Blue. Call me Blue, just Blue."

"But you're my aunt."

"I am. But I'm just_ not old enough to be aunt. Aunt seems to be so old. Call me just Blue," she mumbled and I smiled inwardly. Her back was in my direction. That was why she had not noticed that I was there yet.

"Ok," Ava said excitedly. "Have you seen Uncle Dem's statue?"

"Yes. Just a while ago when I came here," she replied.

"Uncle Dem looks better than Father. I told Father this, he just laughed. I told him to look like Uncle Dem, but he doesn't."

"I'm sure your father is good-looking too in his own way. Or how could he get this beautiful girl?"

"Am I beautiful?"

"Yes, you're. You're a gorgeous, sweet thing. I've never seen anyone as gorgeous as you," she said.

"I'm better looking than Uncle Dem?"

"Your uncle is_ good looking too_ in his way. And you're good looking in your own way," she replied. I could hear the discomfort and shyness in her voice.

"Girls like Uncle Dem. I heard Mother's servant saying that she wants to do bad things with him."

I had to struggle to hold out my laughter as I saw Blue moving uncomfortably. "What bad things?"

"I don't know. They did not say, but they were giggling a lot. They said they want to go to Uncle Dem's bedroom and sleep in his bed."

Blue did not say anything for a while as if she was trying to process what Ava just said. "They did not say anything else, right?"

"No. I asked them what they meant, but then they stopped talking and did not say anything else."

Blue sighed in relief. "Don't listen to them. People say a lot of inappropriate stupid things. If they say something like that again, tell me right away."

"Ok, I will tell you. You will beat them up, right? That will be fun. They will fear you a lot too then. Only you have the right to sleep in Uncle Dem's bed, right?"

Blue thought for a while and then making my breathing stop, she said, "Yes."

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