The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

Even though I told him not to, he put the dress on me himself. And of course, he tried to do indecent stuff as always.

"I didn't know they would grow after you turn eighteen," he muttered as he zipped the dress up.

"Grow? What're you talking about?"

"Your breasts," he said nonchalantly.

"..."

"They were a handful, but now they spill through my palms," he said while making weird gestures with his hands as if he was trying to prove his words.

I felt so embarrassed that I felt the urgent need to hide my face somewhere. "Stop saying such embarrassing things as if it's nothing!"

"But it's the truth," he shrugged. "Though you breasts grew in the past few days, something else is still the same."

"... Please stop talking," I said tiredly.

"I can understand why your breasts grew. As I give them my utter affection every day, they surely want to show their gratitude by growing up, don't you think? But what I don't understand is even though we do it more than normal, down there, you're still almost as tight as the first time. But, I like all of you as it is."

"... Are you seriously talking about that? Honestly, let's go already. You said you have something to tell me," I said in hope of getting out of this weird conversation.

"Ah, my wife is so shy," he said and touched my cheek with the back of his hand. He rubbed his knuckles against my cheek. Whenever he did this, my heart would feel lighter and the butterflies in my stomach would go crazy. "Your face is red like a tomato, your ears as well. Hah, such a cute expression- I want to eat you up."

"Nope," I said and pushed him away by the chest. "It's not the time to be like that. Let's go now."

"Alright, alright, my darling wife," he chuckled and tapped on my nose.

'Again, you did it again...'

I wondered when it started that he would call me by sweet names and I felt like it was the most normal thing possible. Was it usual between couples? Or was it just us? But in any way, the feeling was quite blissful, as if I was waiting for this my whole life.

We went to the garden together. I had seen the willow tree in the middle of the garden before too, but I never went near it. For some reason, I did not like the look of the tree. I was not someone to be too fond of trees or to hate trees. But I was always interested in finding out about them. Perhaps it was because of my photographic memory that I always wanted to know more and more about everything.

The willow tree was no different, but I did not like to go near it.

As Demetrius wanted to go there, I did not oppose. He might feel bad if I said no. But if he liked this place, perhaps I would like it as well as long as he was with me.

"You are smiling," he said all of a sudden.

'Yes, I'm smiling, but do you have to point it out? Now it's weird.'

"The weather is good."

"Haha, is that why you're smiling?" he chuckled. "My wife, aren't you lying to your husband? And besides, the weather is hot. You don't like hot weather."

"... That's true."

"Then can I know why you were smiling? Is it because of me?" he asked, bringing his face too close to mine.

"Please let it slide," I said in a surrendering way.

He laughed. "Just say it's because of me. As long as it's me, I don't mind."

"Who else would it be?"

"So you're admitting you smiled because of me?"

"..."

We sat under the shade of the willow tree. Looking at Demetrius, it seemed like the place was to his liking. He looked relaxed. But I could not say the same about me. I felt weird. It was as if someone did not want me to be here, as if I was invading someone else's property.

"What's wrong?" he asked. His arms were crossed behind his head as he leaned against the body of the tree.

"Nothing," I said quickly. Perhaps I was feeling this way because I was tired. But then why did I feel this way whenever I came near this tree? "Well, what did you want to tell me? It seemed like it was something serious."

"It's something I didn't tell you."

"Huh? What is it?"

"Remember when I said that you saved Evelyn?"

"Uh-huh."

"As I said, that was the first time I saw you. But there was another time when you didn't save any other werewolf, rather me," he said.

It was quite a surprise. I did not know how to react. Should I be happy that I saved him? Or should I be anxious that he was hurt? I hated mixed feelings and now I was feeling that again.

"You don't remember it, I know."

"W-What? I don't get it..."

"I actually used a potion on you so you would forget what happened that day."

"But why?" I asked. Did something horrible happen that day that he had to use that potion on me?

"It was five years ago. I always went to see you once a year and to make sure that you were not taken."

'Well, that's like you.'

"There was a guy with weirdly blue hair who wanted to confess to you. Thankfully, I found out and scared him off by threatening him. And since I was much older, he got scared," he said normally. "But then one day, I met someone unexpected there."

I could not even guess who it could be. It must be a suspicious human. It could not be another werewolf, right? Since it was my world, there could not be another werewolf, unless it was also an...

"It was another Alpha," he said.

"Another Alpha?"

It was true that he told me that only Alphas could enter my world once a year. Yet, it was hard to accept that another Alpha went to my world, and more importantly, to my city out of all the continents, countries, towns, and villages.

"Yeah. Remember King Ford?"

"King Ford? Isn't he the king of Trouvaille?"

"That's right. It was him. And apparently, we don't have a good relationship, neither our kingdoms." He had said this before too that King Ford was arrogant enough to name his kingdom after him. Since then, I did not like this guy even though I never met him. Demetrius was arrogant too and he liked to show off, but it did not get to the point to name his kingdom after his name.

I pity the people of Trouvaille since I would feel disgusted to live in a place that was named after someone else no matter who he was. Dem even told me that Trouvaille had skilled spies and they could be anywhere around us. They were from the suicide squad. It was hard to believe that they would not mind giving their lives up for missions.

"He was there because somehow he found out about you," he said. "I don't know how it happened. No one was supposed to find it out, but still, somehow he managed to. So, he went there to kill you."

"Exactly how old is this King Ford?" I asked. "His name sounds pretty old."

"He is the same age as me," he said. "But that's not the point. If you want to get angry at me, I can understand."

'Why would I get angry at you? Because King Ford wanted to kill me? Oh please, my family wanted to kill me my whole life. Who cares about this random dude?'

"I'm not angry. Please continue."

"... So, when I found him lurking around the coffee shop you used to work at, I fought him. I actually challenged him and as he is too proud of himself, he accepted it. Both of us were badly injured, but he managed to run away before I killed him. Actually, our conditions were really bad. The fight between two Alpha is always dangerous and most of the time, one of them dies.

And even if they don't die, they are gravely injured. So when I was planning to leave as it was the only way I could survive, you found me first. I could not go ask for medicines anywhere and it was hard for me to move in that condition. Truly saying, I was too arrogant to ask for help and even if I did ask for help that time, there might be police or doctors involves.

So what if they asked for my identity? You see, there were a lot of difficulties. Yet, there were you. As always, you were there when I needed you even though I did not want you to find me."