The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

Having kids was exhausting. Demian never stopped crying if someone else carried him other than me. At some point, he had started to go to Dem. But that stopped too. Now, he only came to me. If Dem tried to take him, he would cry until I took him.

Dion followed me everywhere. So did Sapphire, but at least, Sapphire was silent and not noisy like my sons. Of course, Dion was much quieter than Demian. He liked to play by himself, but he needed to be with me. For example, when I took a bath, Demian would be right beside the tub in a crip that we brought in the bathroom for that reason; he would not stay quiet if he was not near me, after all.

He needed my scent at least to be quiet. Dion would sit beside the tub and draw with the coloring pencils his Daddy got him. My cat would be there as well, just chilling and watching me bathe.

My damn father was playing a game with me as well with no rules told beforehand. It would not matter if I had started the game. As if my luck would allow that! I had no idea what the rules were, but I had to win. If not, I would not be able to save Evelyn. Dem would not mind even if his sister died, but I would.

I did not want Evelyn to die. I quite liked her. Besides, why would I want Merick to lose his wife and little Ava to lose his mother? I was a wife and a mother as well. I knew how Dem and my kids would feel if they were to lose me. Perhaps after a few years, Dion and Demian would not remember me or what I looked like.

But really, for now, they would suffer the loss.

What the hell was I even doing? I should do something about playing the game and finding Evelyn. Instead, I was going over how tired I was and that I needed rest.

"Mama…"

"Yes, Dion?"

"Pepe…"

"Yes, that's a plant."

Dion was not overly curious, I noticed. Well, he was curious, just like most kids were, but just not too much. He mostly focused on the things he cared about. He would always make sure to point a plant to me, which was his most favorite thing in the world, and would also ask me to make sure if it really was a plant.

I was sitting on the balcony, breastfeeding Demian, while Dion was looking around. I did not have to keep telling him to not go near the railing. He seemed to know what was dangerous and what was safe.

I stopped breastfeeding Dion quite a while ago even though I was advised otherwise. I just did not feel comfortable doing it anymore. I mean, when a kid started talking, it felt weird to keep on breastfeeding him. I might sound like a terrible mother but that was how I felt. It was not like I did not breastfeed him for six months, which was an exclusive thing that mothers needed to do.

Evelyn had told me that she breastfed Ava for two years and recommended me to do the same. I told Dem what I wanted to do and what I heard from others. He told me to do what I wanted to do.

Well, then again, he had more affection for me than our children. So, it was obvious that he would support me.

"It's your breasts. You can do whatever you want to," that was what Dem told me.

"Yes, but these are our children. I can't just…"

"You fulfilled the requirement of feeding Dion for six months. After that, you slowly stopped. I don't see what's wrong with it."

I did not either. But I heard some maids judging me. Honestly, I had no idea why I cared about what others thought. I thought I had gone over that kind of attitude of mine.

Something picked Dion's interest and he was staring at something from the balcony.

"What's that, baby?" I asked. Demian was done drinking, so I fixed my dress. He was almost asleep. The expression milk-drunk would be perfect for his condition at this moment.
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"Man," he said.

"What man? Is that Daddy?"

I got up to see what Dion was looking at. He pointed to a man, standing right under the balcony. No, there was not one man. Two men. One alive. And one…

"My god…" I pulled Dion behind me. He was a curious boy. He kept peeking.

The man, oh no, Ruby's brother- his head hanging by maybe an inch of skin, blood gushing out, one of his eyes missing and a horrible cut on his chest.

"Reece," I mumbled. Reece could not hear me. He was very much dead. My hands were trembling. My heart was beating so loud that my son woke up. Both Dion and Demian had the hearing of a werewolf.

The alive man smiled. His teeth were white and pointy.

"A gift for you, my daughter. For losing the first round," my father said and let Reece go. The body fell limb on the ground, reddening the ground. The blood was fresh. He was killed not much long ago. "Win the second round, Blue.

Next time, I will go for someone more precious." And with that, he was gone.

I was stupefied. For a while, I could not find my voice. Dion was asking me something, but I could not answer him. I could not even hear him properly.

Why was there no one else? Did he kill the guards too who were supposed to stand under the balcony?

Considering it was Azure, nothing was impossible. He was merciless, cruel and crazy. He could do anything. Anything.

I had no idea how I made myself walk, but I did. Demian was crying. I put him in his cot and put Dion in my bed. I told him to lie down under the cover while I talked to his father. I told the maids to call Dem.

I explained everything to Dem. I was right- the guards were indeed dead. They were killed brutally. I would rather not think about how they had been killed. Dem summoned Luc. By then, Reece's body had been brought inside, wrapped in a clean white cloth.

His head, my god- a maid sewed the head so it would stay with the body.

"Tell your wife," Dem was telling Luc in our bedroom while I threw up in the toilet.

"I don't know how to tell her. Her brother… That's her brother," Luc said. His voice was close to breaking. Luc was rational, but he loved his wife. He knew how much it would break Ruby to hear what happened to her brother. Moreover, her brother was not just killed.

He was killed brutally. How much did he suffer before he died? Azure would not let someone die without pain. That was his rule. He loved to see others in pain.

The first round. It was only the first round.