The Werewolf King's Bride Chapter 4: On The Way To His Place

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Bride?" I mumbled, my breath catching in my throat and causing intense pain. "Stop playing with !"

"You think I'm playing?" he asked.

"You are. I don't trust you."

"I can't make you trust right away. But you will very soon," he said, his voice calm but confident.

"I don't want to co with you," I said, looking pleadingly at him.

"Don't make force you, Blue," he sighed.

I looked around at the dark surroundings, the sound of the wind mingling with the hamring of my heart and his hushed breathing. I had no idea what to do or whom to put my trust in. But there was sothing about him that made think I could try to trust him.

"Just give a chance. You won't regret trusting ," he said gently.

I locked my gaze on him, intently studying him. I nodded after a while. Even I was puzzled as to why I had accepted so quickly.

"Let's go then," he said and offered his hand. I studied his hand for a mont before slipping my small hand into his large, firm one. His hand was warm like a candle lit from a distance. It took a few monts for my skin to acclimatize to this new sensation.

"Where are you taking ?" I asked.

"To my place."

"Your place? Don't mind my harsh talking, but anyway, you have a lot of money that you... ok, so where do you live? You said we have to walk ten minutes inside the forest. But I an, as you have a lot of money, you can live in a big town in a very comfortable mansion or sothing like that. You don't have to live in a forest cabin, I guess.

Is it a personal preference or sothing?"

"Who said I live in a forest cabin?" he asked in a way as if he was amused by my confused state.

"You live in a forest. So that must be..."

"I don't live in a forest, sweet Blue. You'll see in a while. My place is enough for us," he said smiling.

"Then where?"

"You'll see. Co on now."

He suddenly took off the long coat he was wearing. It was black and appeared to be made of high-quality fabric. When I saw him before, he was not wearing that coat. Perhaps he had taken that off when he ca here, and then he put it on again.

Before I knew what was going on, he had wrapped the coat around . As I was wearing a short-sleeved long shirt with my shorts, his knuckles brushed over the exposed skin of my upper arm. Goosebumps appeared all over my body when my skin ca into contact with his.

"What... what are you..."

"It's raining. You'll catch a cold," he said normally as if it was nothing but common sense. Perhaps it was, but this act of common sense stood out to . No one had ever given a damn if I was dying, let alone a simple cold.

"Don't you need it?" I asked.

"No. I don't catch a cold," he replied.

"Thank you," I mumbled.

"Don't thank for this little thing, my bride. Or you'll get sick thanking ," he said, smiling at . His smile was not overly broad, but rather a small curl of his brownish pink lips, frigid but full of unspoken feelings.

He led deep into the forest, his coat, keeping raindrops off my skin. However, my face and hair were wet. He had my hand in his, and for so reason, it gave butterflies in my stomach.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" he asked.

"Marrying ? Why do you want to marry ?" I asked.

To my surprise, he chuckled. "Because I want to."

"But why? You're good-looking. You can have any girl. I don't think a girl with a bruised body will be a good match for you," I muttered.

"Hey, look at ," he said, and I obliged. "Since the mont I laid my eyes on you, I wanted you."

"When did you see first?" I asked in a shaky tone.

"A long ti ago."

"When?"

He did not answer , but kept walking, not so fast as if he was walking like that for . It felt strange walking hand in hand with a stranger who turned out to be far too handso to handle.

The scent of fresh raindrops on the ground filled my nostrils. But it was not the sll that made dizzy. A hallucinogenic deep masculine sll had been emitting from him, making want to sniff him, pressing my nose on his skin.

"What's your na?" I asked.

"Call Detrius," he replied.

It seed like an ancient na, but very handso. I liked it, but also wondered what it would feel like to say his na. Would it vibrate in my mouth? Would I be able to say it properly or ss up in the middle because of overthinking?

I wanted to ask him a lot of things, but I was not sure if I should. What if he got annoyed and decided to punish or sothing like that? I did not want to be struck again.

"Blue, you can ask anything you want. You don't have to be afraid of . I'm your soon-to-be husband. There's no need to fear . At least, not you," he said as if he could read my mind. I was curious as to what he ant by 'at least not you.' Did others fear him a lot?

It was true that he appeared cold as if staring at him for an extended period of ti would cause one to freeze to death. But, based on how he spoke to , his appearance appeared to be the polar opposite of his words.

"Ask ," he urged gently again.

"Do you live alone?"

"No. My family lives with and there are servants as well."

I could not tell if what he was saying was true. That many people would necessitate a large space. Where exactly did he live?

"Here," he said.

I noticed that we had arrived in what appeared to be a very dark place, full of trees and shadows and the sound of small animals running over small branches, making snapping noises.

"You live here?" I asked.

"You'll see, my bride," he said with a smile.

I blushed suddenly at his word. He was being way too gentle with and even calling his bride even though we t a few minutes ago. No, I t him a few minutes ago. But he did not. He said he had seen a long ti ago.

Was he stalking ? But how was that possible? He was probably twenty-four or twenty-five, not more than that.

"Um... can I ask you sothing?" I hesitated.

"Yes, my bride."

I gasped once more at this word, but quickly straightened myself out before making a fool of myself. "How old are you?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know... perhaps twenty-five..."

"Close. I'm twenty-four," he replied.

So he was seven years older than . Perhaps a little less than seven years, as I was just two days away from turning eighteen. The age difference was neither too great nor too little.

"Is it unsettling?"

"What?"

"The age gap?"

"No. I... I just..."

"It's okay. I'm not too old I guess," he remarked, and I couldn't help but smile. His lips curved into a smile as well. It was perfect; the way his lips curved, his dimple appeared on his left cheek, and his eyes softened. Everything seed to be making feel different.

There was a Coast Douglas-fir in front of us. Both in width and height, the tree was enormous.

"Coast Douglas-fir," I murmured.

"Yes. How do you know it?" he asked. I was surprised. I said it so quietly, almost not making a sound. But he still heard . How?

"I read about it."

And then, I began to ramble whatever I knew. Well, it was a habit of mine to say everything I know of.

"And...," I explained. "Oh, I'm sorry. I actually could not... stop myself. I have this bad habit of talking about sothing I know. I'm sorry."