The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

Ever since I left for the war, I only wanted to come back. It was crazy how much I missed her. I was more worried as the last time I had left her alone, she was kidnapped and was kept forcefully by her father for a month. I sent her letters as much as I could, although I wished I could write to her more often.

When I met her finally, I just did not know what to do. I wanted to hug her, smother her with kisses and embrace her. But my eyes immediately fell on her stomach. I could not. I had to hold back, for the sake of her health and everything. She might not want that amount of skinship.

What if she hated it?

Her stomach seemed to have grown in a small time. And she kept glowing more and more, like an angel. Every time I looked at her, I was reminded again that a devil like me did not deserve her.

But the devil was persistent. Even if it was by force, I needed to have her. I just wanted the kid to come quickly, so her being with me would be confirmed, if only I could keep our child with me. She loved our child dearly even before it was born. There was no doubt that she would love it even more after it was born. She would never leave the child, no matter what.

I treated her as best as I could, but sometimes, even I could not defeat my inner demons. There were times when I knew I acted on impulse and it was wrong of me to do so, I did it again unconsciously, hurting her yet another time. I hated myself for it. But what could I do? I tried.

"… and I had more cake than usual. I think I had a bit of problem in my stomach…"

She was telling me all about what she did all those days. Her rambling was pleasant to me and I was truly interested in all what she had to tell me.

"Did you have a diarrhea?"

"Not quite. It just wasn't perfect, you know, but wasn't all bad as well," she said. "Anyway, tell me about you. I have been talking about myself all the while."

"There is nothing much to say on my side," I said. "My health is okay and I am not hurt. You know the funniest part of this war? I haven't seen the face of the motherfucking master of the magic tower of Mazazine yet! That bastard is hiding behind his knights! Ha!

That fucking dumbass!"

"It is so bizarre!" she exclaimed. "The master of the magic tower is not present when his country is going through a war? It cannot be natural…!"

"It is not. I believe they have a plan. But not to make an appearance even now… It is really odd and surprising," I said.

"Doesn't this dude have an obsession with eyeballs and we heard that he liked my eyes?"

"Yeah, he does."

"Weird! Who loves collecting eyeballs? They are not even fake, but real!"

"People have weird obsessions, my love. You even told me about a man who had an obsession with having sex with dead bodies and eating them later on. So, it should not be weird."

"Ah, you mean, Jeffrey? He was an odd creature. I cannot imagine eating your own kind," she said. "I mean, cannibalism has to be one of the sickest things ever."

"There are no shortage of food in the world. It is weird to develop a habit like this," I said.

Then, Blue asked me more about the war and I gave her a detailed explanation of it. She was not ready to believe that I did not get hurt at all. That was the only part she did not believe and would not stop until she got enough evidence of my statement.

"Why don't you believe me? I truly did not get hurt at all, my love," I said.

"No! Get up!"

She got up so hastily that I got concerned for her. I always got concerned whenever she did anything, even normal things. It was because of her stomach which was very big and I always felt that the baby might come out if her stomach was pressed a little hard. It was an odd thought, but a thought that I could not get out of my head.

"Baby, I am getting up. Don't make haste. You might get hurt," I said, getting up.

She quickly started taking off whatever I was wearing and I got worried that I might get a little too excited and it might be hard for me to hide my craving.

She brought her face close to my naked upper body and started examining every part of it. I was never insecure about my appearance, so it was quite fun for me.

"Are there any wounds?" I asked.

"No…"

"I told you, my dear, that I did not get hurt."

"But how is it possible? You are at a war and not even a single cut…"

"I did get hurt a bit, but the injuries were minor. Have you forgotten, my love, that werewolves heal?"
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"Ah…"

"So, you did forget?"

"I don't know… It kinda slipped out of my mind," she said.

"But you can check me more, you know, especially my downer part of the body? You can check the size of your favorite thing."

"What is my favorite thing?" she asked.

"…"

"What?" she mumbled, looking at me in confusion. "… Wait! Ah! I know! What the hell? I never said it's my favorite thing!"

"Why did it take you so long to figure it out? What the hell?" I laughed.

"I don't know. I have become very slow," she said and then, was silent for a good thirty seconds. Her facial expression changed from smiling to grieving and I stopped laughing too. Instead, I started sweating because I could tell, something was very much wrong.

Suddenly, as if to prove my fear right, she started crying. I had no idea what to do, or why she was crying, although I could guess the reason a bit.