The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

Last night was the best night of my life. Even though the first time, I had to hold back a lot, it was not the case after that. She was exhausted, but we needed to keep going. It was important so the marking process could be fulfilled. And more importantly, I enjoyed it more than anything else. If possible, I could go for two more rounds.

But after sunrise, I let her rest. She looked like she had gotten out of a volcano.

Tonight as always, it took me a while to finish all the work. I wanted to go back as quickly as possible, but then the thought hit me. Last night, it was a must to mate. But what if she did not want to do it? What if she did that just out of responsibility?

Holding myself back after last night was going to be hard. But if I wanted her heart to be mine, I needed to be patient.

I returned to our room very late. But she was still awake. Perhaps she was waiting for me to return. The food was placed on the table and she was talking to her maid with a smiling face. It was late. She had been waiting for me all this time?

She must be hungry. But the look on her face did not show that at all. Perhaps she was good at hiding her true feelings better than anyone else.

"Why didn't you just eat?" I asked.

"Oh, you've returned," she smiled.

"I will take my leave then, Your Highness," the maid bowed. It was the same maid who disobeyed me and told my wife about the ceremony. That was the reason I had made her my wife's personal maid. It was clear that she would do anything to help my wife. That was what Blue needed in the palace, someone who she could rely on beside me.

"You haven't eaten."

"Oh, I wasn't that much hungry. And besides, I was waiting for you," she said.

"You didn't have to."

"Why not? It's no fun to eat alone."

"You could have chatted with the maid," I said.

"I'm talking about you. Would it feel any good if you ate alone?"

"I'm used to it," I shrugged.

"Or do you not like to eat with me?" she asked.

"How can I not like to spend time with my dear wife? I'm just saying this cause you don't need to stay hungry because of me. Werewolves are stronger than humans. I can go days without eating, but if you don't eat in time, it might be bad for your health," I said.

She pouted. "I want to eat with you and that's all."

"If that's what my wife wants," I gave up.

It was always fun to argue with her about little things, especially because her reasoning and thinking face was adorable. It was even more fun to tease her. But it was only for me. I could stand at all when someone else tried to talk to her like that.

I would prefer changing my outfit, but looking at my dear wife made me change my mind. It was clear that she was hungry. This silly girl...

"Are the food here to your liking?" I asked as I watched her eating her steak. She looked cute, especially because she took too little food in her mouth as if she was feeding a bird.

"Hmm... it's good," she said with her mouth full. Even the little food she took in her mouth seemed to be too much for her to chew. "Why aren't you eating? Don't you like it?"

"I was just watching you."

"Eh? Why?"

"Choose one- cheesy or normal," I said.

"What? Why..."

"Just choose one, my wife."

"Alright- normal then," she said. She looked confused with her eyes getting bigger than normal, though she did not stop chewing on her food.

"You look adorable. I just can't stop watching you."

"Are you making fun of me? You're being cheesy right now, do you know that?"

"You chose normal, so I told the truth only. I didn't try to be a hopeless poet," I said.

"If that's normal, then I wonder what cheesy might be..."

"Your face shines brighter than the moon. Your eyes shine so brightly that my heart flatters. I feel like I can see the doorway of heaven just by looking so deep into your eyes. It's like the brightness that nothing can describe..."

"Stop," she said calmly. It was more like she could not show any more expression due to the sudden change of atmosphere.

"The beauty of your heart reflects on your eyes..."

"Pfft... hahaha... Oh my goodness!"

"Glad you're enjoying it," I chuckled. "I will keep in mind to be cheesy."

"Oh lord, stop! Hahahaha... I can't... I tried not to laugh, I swear I tried. You're just...," she said through her continuous wheezing. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then opened them as if she was going to face something that took all her strength.

"Alright. So, listen, Demetrius- if you want your wife to live and not die due to embarrassment, you need to keep your tongue at bay. Because too many cheesy words are heinous for the heart of your new wife and since her heart is quite weak, it would not be good to stress her out. She might die while wheezing."

The way she laughed freely, for some reason, I wanted to keep that moment in my heart. If I needed to bring her the most precious thing in the world, I would if only she would always laugh like this.

"Why are you looking at me like that now?" she asked after calming down. She had been laughing for quite a while now. Her face was all red because of that.

"It's the second time you laughed freely in front of me," I said.

She blushed and focused on eating, at least she tried so. Perhaps I had teased her way too much. I pretended to focus on eating as well though I was more interested in tracking her secret glances towards me.

"Demetrius..."

"Isn't it hard to call me Demetrius?"

"Why would it be hard?"

"Hard or not, I prefer something else," I said.

"Hey, you don't expect me to call you anything cheesy, do you?" she asked suspiciously.

'What else should I call him? I can't just call him 'baby', 'honey', 'darling'... eek! Demetrius... I can call him Demetrius only.'

"Your imagination is praise-worthy, my wife. Well, you know what to call me. You have already called me that before. Even last night when we were doing it, you moaned my name. That's the name that I prefer," I said while observing her face getting redder and redder.

"Dem... Do you want me to call you Dem?" she asked in a low tone.

I smiled at her and she knew the answer herself. It never failed to startle me that how much I could laugh freely around her. She was like the home I never had- a home that was impossible to leave, a home that provided the comfort that even all the wealth could not buy.

After the dinner, the maids cleaned the place up. She looked all flushed for some reason. Truth be told, I knew the reason. But as I promised myself earlier, I would not do it until she made it clear that she wanted it as well.

"My wife, I have something for you," I said.

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's your birthday gift. It took some time to make it. That lazy Luc... I should have beaten him up. I didn't have much time to deal with his ass, or I would have shown him the way to hell," I said, gritting my teeth. "Anyway, sorry for being late, my wife.

But I'm sure you'll like the gift."

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