Evelyn~
W-wife?
Why did he suddenly call his wife? He hadn’t even marked , let alone said any marriage vows.
No—honestly, there was a more important question than that: why did he want to marry in the first place?
Most of the ti, Alphas didn’t even bother with wedding ceremonies because his mark alone was enough to seal the bond. After all, we weren’t humans who needed a legal relationship to avoid gossip.
So ... why would he want sothing as official as marriage?
If it were Theron, I would understand. He needed to marry first before putting the queen’s crown on my head. But Rael? He was an Alpha of a pack. He didn’t need a ceremony or a title.
"We ... we’re not married yet," I said softly.
Rael looked like I’d just stabbed him through the heart. His brows scrunched up so tightly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he aged five years right then and there.
"Then let’s get married right now!"
He gently took my hand in both of his, cradling it carefully like it might break. "I, Rael Covern, vow to be your husband and love you in sickness and in health ..."
—Wait, wait, what the hell was going on right now?!
Why was I suddenly getting married in the middle of being impaled by spikes?!
"It’s your turn now!" Rael urged to say my wedding vows, like he was terrified I’d die any second, which, judging by his expression, he really believed so.
Although he had just gotten married, he had already braced himself for becoming a widower.
"Wait! You need a wedding ring!"
He spun around, grabbed a vine from a nearby bush, and quickly wrapped it around my ring finger.
It was bumpy and awkward, but he tied it like it was the most expensive wedding ring in the world.
"I’m sorry," he whispered. "If I’d known we’d be getting married today, I would’ve brought a diamond ring for you."
Honestly, I was still in shock that this was even happening.
"We ... we don’t need to get married right now," I said, squeezing his hand gently, which made him freeze in surprise. "I’m going to be fine."
But instead of calming down, he got even more frantic.
"You don’t want to marry because you think I’ll beco a widower, right?" he asked. "Don’t worry about that! I’d gladly be a widower and stay loyal to my dead wife!"
I didn’t expect him to call his dead wife so soon.
Oh, heaven.
He was already mourning while I was still breathing right in front of him.
"No, it’s not that," I replied, raising my hand, which had just slipped off one of the sharp spikes. "I’m really going to be fine. Just look at my wounds, they could heal at any mont."
Rael leaned in closer to my wound, watching intently as it slowly began to close.
The blood stopped flowing almost imdiately. If I wiped the blood off, he’d see that my skin had already turned smooth again.
"You ... you heal that fast?" Rael asked, clearly in disbelief. "But ... that’s just your hand, not your vital organs."
Still, even a normal werewolf wouldn’t be able to heal a hand injury like that if they were already near death.
In other words, Rael should’ve known I wasn’t dying.
But of course, this kind of healing wasn’t sothing he saw every day, so it made sense for him to be so shocked.
"If you pull off these spikes, I’ll heal quickly," I reassured him. "I won’t die. Don’t worry."
Even so, deep down, I still wasn’t sure if he wouldn’t light the wooden stake again.
Not as part of a tradition this ti, but to carry out a real witch trial.
After all, my immortality had always been linked to dark magic by both humans and supernatural beings alike.
But it’s not like I had another option.
If I tried to get out of these spikes by myself, it would take hours, and let’s not forget how much pain I’d be in every ti I moved.
It would be better if Rael just pulled out quickly. That way, at least I wouldn’t have to suffer for too long.
"I-I don’t understand," Rael stamred. "Those spikes went through your heart and lungs. You should be—"
"Can we not talk about that right now?" I cut him off. "It really hurts to stay in this position for too long."
Rael looked at in a panic. "Alright. Alright. Let’s get you out of here first."
He reached out to pull up, but right before his hands touched , he froze.
"Are you sure you’ll be okay if I do this?" he asked, his voice trembling. "You’ve got so many wounds ... I’m scared that if I pull you out, you’ll bleed too much and ..."
He didn’t finish his sentence, but I knew what he wanted to say that I might die.
"Rael," I called his na firmly, locking eyes with him. "I’ll be fine. My blood will gush out the mont you pull up, but trust , my wounds will start healing right after."
I gave him a small, reassuring smile. "If you pull out slowly or gently, it’ll only make the pain worse. That’s why I need you to do it fast, just one strong pull. I can take it."
Yes, the pain would be worse if he pulled out too fast and rough, but at least it would only last for a mont.
Rael grabbed my arm, preparing to pull up.
But every ti he tried, he imdiately stopped again. It happened a few tis until I finally spoke up. "You just have to pull quickly."
"I know! I know!" He pressed his hand to his forehead and turned away, clearly frustrated. "I’m scared, alright?!" he suddenly burst out.
Scared?
That was the last word I ever expected to hear from an Alpha like him.
He was the Alpha of a pack known for being savage, the kind of man who wouldn’t hesitate to attack royal soldiers or even harm the King of Valedorn himself.
So why was he afraid to pull out of here? What exactly was he afraid of?
"Why?" I asked.
Rael groaned and rubbed his face roughly. "I just ..." he trailed off, struggling with his words. Then, finally, he said, "I’m just afraid of hurting you."
He wasn’t afraid to hurt others, but he was afraid of hurting ?
This was the second ti soone had looked at my pain and didn’t find joy in it.
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