The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

She had been staring at me as I was eating. It was not uncomfortable, but the way she was calling me cute was frustrating. Why was she calling me cute? Was I not cool? Could she not call me cool or handsome? Anything was fine but why cute?

I did not remember doing anything so she could call me cute. Precisely saying, cute and I were two opposite things. There was no way anyone could call me cute. And I was sure that no one would call me that except the wife of mine.

She had a different view of things. She even called my blade cute. It was shocking. It was scary even for a knight.

Because of her, I had to sit on the bed to eat just so she could take a good look at my face while I ate.

"You're cute," she said. "But you take quite a lot of food in your mouth at once. How can you chew?"

"I take normal proportion. It's just you who takes too less," I said.

"It's just habit."

"Habit?"

"I mean, back at my old home, I could not have much food to eat. So I used to take less food in my mouth so it would take longer to finish. It felt like eating too much, you see," she said with a smile.

'Don't smile saying something like this. It's not okay at all.'

"So tomorrow you're going to have tea with Aunt, right?" I asked, trying to change the subject. I did not want to see her like that anymore. It was depressing. And there was a huge chance that I might get angry suddenly. I did not want to scare her off.

"Huh? Yeah, that is what planned," she said, "unless she changes the time again. By the way, did you try to find out if she was actually sick?"

"I did. I heard that she was in her room all the time though she usually spends most of the time shopping or gossiping with other noblewomen. I heard there is even a group of noblewomen who do nothing but gossip about literally everything. But she might have pretended to be sick. There is a chance. So, we got to be careful," I said.

"You're right," she said.

I had finished eating. I went to wash up. She seemed busy thinking about something. It seemed something serious.

Even after I came back, I found her the way she was when I left. She seemed to be deep in thought. For some reason, I did not want to disturb her.

"Dem?" she called out suddenly.

"Yes?"

"The dream I had today- it was about a strange incident," she said. "And I feel like it has something to do with you."

"What do you mean?" I asked and sat on the bed beside her.

She snuggled close to mine and wrapped both of us in the blanket. She rested her head on my shoulder and I placed my arm around her. Heat was radiating from her and her seductive scent filled my nostrils.

'Control- I gotta control.'

"Seven years ago..."

I almost coughed out loud. Did she figure everything out? If that was the case, then it was pretty fast.

"... one day, I treated a wolf. It was a long time ago, but I remember the wolf's color. It was reddish and very pretty. I stayed with it for a long time. Then at night, I fell asleep beside it in the forest.

I had covered it in a blanket that time. But when I woke up, the blanket was around me. Perhaps I was sleeping so deeply that I did not notice when the wolf left or someone took the wolf," she said. "And you said you saw me for the first time seven years ago, right? Luc told me that something happened to Evelyn seven years ago. She was missing.

Then when she came back, she was not okay. And no one knew what exactly happened to her."

I did not even know what to tell her. To think she would figure out this quickly and all by herself was impressive. But I wanted to tell her myself. I thought she would not like the fact that I knew about her that long ago, yet did not talk to her that time. So, I was taking my time to prepare myself. But it seemed she already almost figured it out.

It was all because of that punk Luc...

"I have a theory about it."

"What is it?" I asked.

"I think the wolf was Evelyn."

*cough

"Are you alright?" she asked worriedly.

"I'm fine. Keep going."

"As I said, I think the wolf was Evelyn though I don't have any idea how she ended up there. I mean, you told me that only Alphas can do so. But I have a theory about it too," she said. "Seven years ago, you were seventeen. You were not the Alpha then, right?"

"I wasn't."

"Then that means, your father was alive back then. And as both of you have your father's blood aka the previous Alpha's blood running in yourselves. It means any of you could be the Alpha. But as Evelyn likes traveling and she would do anything to just travel, perhaps she gave up the throne herself.

But as back then, the Alpha was not decided and both of you had Alpha blood inside you, Evelyn could enter the other world though I don't know why she would do that. It can be that she was curious as she likes to visit different places. So perhaps she got hit by a car or something, I don't know. Let's just say she got injured somehow and then I found her as I was a regular in that path.

And the person who took her was you."

"How are you so sure?" I asked.

"As I said, it's just a theory. And I have a feeling that I'm not wrong."