The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

That day, for the first time, I drank alcohol. I did not want to at first, but then I got curious. Besides, Ruby had joined us as well.

She had bought lingerie and aphrodisiac for me with the money I gave her. When I said that I wanted to buy something for Dem from the festival, she suggested them. Since I was not experienced at those types of things, she wanted to buy them for me.

"It's high quality material. Just as you said, I bought the best one though it's expensive," Ruby said.

"Really? Cool!" I said. My head was light and I felt relaxed. I did not even know what was getting out of my mouth anymore. Perhaps it was because I drank too much.

"Don't drink anymore," Ezekiel said as he grabbed my hand.

I slapped his hand away. "But I can drink more. Why are you stopping me?"

"You really should not drink, Your Highness. You're drunk," Ruby said.

"Don't call her 'Your Highness' in public," Ezekiel said.

"But I can't just disrespect her. She is our queen," Ruby protested.

"Then do you want to get caught? What if people find out that the queen herself is walking around in the festival? Do you think it will be okay?" Ezekiel barked. "And besides, her life is already is danger. Now we don't even know where Her Highness is."

"I think Her Highness is watching the fireworks. It has started already," she said.

"Ah, I hate fireworks!" I said loudly.

"Why? Girls like fireworks," Ezekiel said.

"She doesn't like noise," Ruby said. She was being careful not to call me 'Your Highness' since it would expose us. But I could tell that it was hard for her since she was not used to it. Now that I thought about it, it was kind of surprising that how much comfortable Ezekiel was while calling me by my name. It was weird.

I slumped my head on the table and closed my eyes. I felt dizzy. For some reason, I even felt sleepy, but could not quite get myself to sleep.

"Just why are you doing this, Sir Ezekiel?"

The moment I closed my eyes, Ruby's tone changed. Perhaps they thought I was sleeping. Perhaps I was the mischievous type, but I did not want to clear up their misunderstanding.

"Sir Ezekiel is making a very bad move. You should not do this," Ruby said. "It is clear, Sir Ezekiel. Please refrain yourself from doing anything like this anymore. You're just Her Highness's personal knight, but that doesn't mean you can have any other feelings for Her Highness. And besides, it's not like Her Highness is available.

His Highness is still alive and both of them are in a very lovely relationship. Anyone in the castle can say the same. Her Highness is happy with His Highness. I have been noticing Sir Ezekiel trying to change Her Highness's mind. I did not say anything at first, but it's getting too much now. Her Highness is a good person and a loyal wife.

And His Highness might not be the best person, but he is a loyal husband. And His Highness loves Her Highness the most. Everyone knows this. The things Sir Ezekiel is saying are not true at all. It might be true that His Highness did not give Her Highness much of a choice, but in the end Her Highness saw how sincere His Highness was and fell in love with him."

"I don't have to hear that from you," Ezekiel said.

"Perhaps you don't understand me, Sir Ezekiel. What I mean is don't try to get too close to Her Highness and don't even try to ruin their marriage. They are happy together. And werewolves are not supposed to fall in love before finding their mates. It only will hurt them. The thing is different with Alphas, but we, ordinary werewolves, are not supposed to love anyone before finding our mate.

Moreover, Her Highness is not available. She is married, for god's sake. Please understand. You're making me pity you."

"You pity me?" Ezekiel chuckled bitterly. "Even I pity myself. But if only that would make me not want her... I don't think I'm letting her go."

"What? What do you mean by that? Letting her go?" Ruby muttered in a surprised tone. "Her Highness was never yours to begin with."

Ezekiel did not say anything for a while. And I was like- What the fuck??? What was going on? I knew that Ezekiel was strange around me, but I did not know he felt that way towards me. It was not like I did not have my suspicions, but I forced that thought out of my mind.

"Do you think His Highness will stay still when he finds out about it? He will have you executed. I'm telling you- give up when you can, Sir Ezekiel. You're a good person. It will be a waste," she said.

"Even if His Highness finds out, I am not planning on letting go of this feeling," he said.

"I will tell His Highness," Ruby said. "I want His Highness and Her Highness to be happy together. They deserve each other. It will be great if they have many children. I just wish for them to be together forever. I won't let you ruin it."

"Why are you so fixated upon keeping them together? Can't you see that the king has her locked up?"

"What locked up? His Highness is doing everything to protect Her Highness. He loves her. It's true that His Highness is possessive and tries to control, but he also knows his limit unlike someone who is in love with another man's wife," Ruby said angrily. "Don't you have any shame? Please stop it, Sir Ezekiel."

My head was hurting now. Perhaps I was more drank than I thought I was. I should not have drunk this much.

"Ugh...," I groaned as my head hurt.

"Your Highness!" Ruby exclaimed and rubbed my head. "Are you alright?"

"No," I muttered. "My head hurts. I wanna go home."

"Can you walk?" she asked.

"Huh? Yes!" I said and stood up. To be frank, I had no idea where I was or what was going on. I was just saying whatever was on my mind. I did not know what happened until I found myself in someone's arms.

"What are you doing, Sir Ezekiel?" Ruby asked angrily.

"She can't walk. She even fell and hurt her leg," Ezekiel said.

"Put me down! I can walk!" I said and hit his hand. I was not in my right mind, but I had enough sense to know that I should not be near him. How could I be near a man who had feelings for me? I should tell Dem to change my knight when he comes back.

"Calm down. You will fall," he said. "I will put you down when you get to your room."

"Huh?"

"I promise. And besides, you're safe with me."

'I'm not.'

I did not know what happened then. When I opened my eyes again, I was in my room. I could not see if there were others around me.

There was a bag beside me. It was the same bag in which the lingerie and aphrodisiac was. I wanted to see it. And I wanted to wear it.

Perhaps the alcohol had made me crazy, but I wanted to do weird things. I took the lingerie and went inside the restroom. The lingerie Ruby bought for me was the baby doll type.

It was very revealing. I did not feel as shy as before. Perhaps it was because I was alone right now. Even just a while ago, I was kind of scared of Dem because of that messed up dream. But perhaps the alcohol had done something to me. I did not feel frightened anymore.

I wanted him to come back to me as soon as possible.

"Ouch!"

I hit my leg at the side of the door. I heard someone come running this way. "Dem! Is that you?" I asked.

A pair of arms grabbed me and carried me to the bed. I did not know what was going on. And before I knew, I felt lips pressed against my neck.

The touch was very gentle. Was it Dem? But Dem was not supposed to be here. Who could it be other than Dem? There was no one else in the room with me.

I also felt rather chilly. I hugged myself tighter, just to save myself from the cold.

I wished I was wearing something more.

And what was wrong with my eyes? It was like they were pressed shut by some outer force.

I tried to open them, but every time I tried, my head spinned and I could not do it. I felt someone's hot breath against my skin once more. The lips were trailing my cheekbone.

"Dem?" I murmured. "Dem..."

He did not say anything. But I could feel his touch more.

It was not exactly wonderful, but it was very eager. His hands did not feel as expert as before as he trailed my face and neck.

"Dem... Talk to me," I pleaded. "I'm scared, Dem. Talk to me, please."

No answer.

It was growing colder. There were words that I wanted to tell him when he was not here. Now that he was here, I seemed to get nervous a little.

"Dem, I cannot open my eyes. Dem, please, talk to me. And I have to tell you something."