The Werewolf King's Bride

Chapter 485 Was I Dying?

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

I did not know exactly what was wrong with me. I just did not feel like myself. I felt weak and just wanted to stay alone in the tent. I got scared when at one point, I wished even Blue would step out for a while.

Maybe it was because I did not want to show my weak self to anyone. I was not afraid to show her, however, I was afraid of her knowing that I was so weak that I probably would be useless when it came to protecting her. What if she did not want a useless husband?

"I broke his nose," I said.

"Evan's?"

"Yes. He broke your hand."

"Fractured," she corrected.

"Whatever. He took the punch and waited for more. But really, he looked too sorry. I was going to punch him again, but… I am not strong enough to even give two punches."

"He healed his nose quickly," she mumbled.

"Well, he is an Alpha. It doesn't take long," I said. "But it's taking me too long for some reason. I don't know why…"

"Dem…"

"… I am too weak. I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Why, honey?"

"I promised to protect you," I said, looking down at my lap. I had insecurities, but I never thought I would have to suffer like this because of being unable to protect my wife. I never thought it was possible for this to happen. "That's… the only thing… Protection had been the only thing I could give you other than love."

"Do you think I am powerless?"

"No, of course not. I don't mean it."

"Dem, you tried and you did protect me. But you cannot fight everyone, not Azure. Accidents will happen, and enemies will come. Not always we will win. Sometimes we will lose too. But if you break down just because you lost, you will never be able to get up," she said, her blue eyes firm and filled with anger.

"So, what if you cannot protect me? So, what if you can give me nothing other than love anymore?"

I stared at her, unable to say anything. There was no answer for what if. I never thought about it.

"What's so wrong with me protecting you? Even if I am pregnant now, I can use enough power to protect myself, you, and our baby. You don't have to protect me all the time," she said, pressing our foreheads together. I heard her whisper, "So rest now. Let me protect you."

I felt a tear fall from my eye. It was too much for my pride. But really, who cared about pride?

I did not. Not anymore.

I hugged her tightly. I pulled her towards me. The chair fell backward and she was halfway on the small bed. Her knees were on either side of me. She touched my hair, my nape. Every time her fingertips traced my skin, I felt the hair on my nape rising.

"I hate being weak," I mumbled. "I hate this. I really do."

"I know," she said. "Just as much overwhelming as it is to feel powerful all of a sudden, it should be twice as hard to feel powerless after being powerful for so long. I cannot share the pain. I have never felt something like this. But… I will help you get rid of it, throw the pain away. I will help you overcome your fears.

I will give you all my love, all my support if it will be enough. Don't burden yourself. Tell me everything. Yell at me if you feel frustrated. Cry all you want. I will hug you, I will lend you my shoulder.

If you want my body, I will give it to you anytime. But please… I cannot bear to see you hurting by yourself. Do whatever you have to. I will help you. I will endure anything. Just… come back to me."

I hugged her tighter. I needed her. I did not want her to go away even for a moment. "Stay with me. Even if I tell you to go away, stay with me. Please.

Just this. Please," I begged. Discover exclusive content at empire

"Of course, I will," she said. "I will always stay with you. I will not let you go anywhere alone. The battlefield. If you have to go, I will be there. You know I will do just fine.

I will be okay, and so will you."

"I will tell you to go away, Blue. I know I will," I said, clutching her frail body tighter. No, she was not frail anymore. She felt firmer than ever. She felt powerful, a woman who could stand up to anything, who promised to stay by my side forever, who promised to protect me because I could not protect her. "I will tell you again and again.

But all I want is to feel you close. I really don't want you to leave."

"I know. It's okay," she said. Her voice felt soothing.

'Again. Say something. Talk to me again. I want to hear more.'

"I won't leave," she promised.

I did not remember when I fell asleep. I had a horrifying dream. I could not get out of the dream, no, the nightmare. I tried to reach her, I tried to reach the end of the tunnel. But the whole tunnel shook and all I could see was blood. I did not care about the pain that shot through my body as I tried to get up.

When I could not get up, I pushed myself forward. I crawled, only to reach to her. But she was not there.

Only blood.

It was a nightmare. I needed to get out. My hands shook furiously. I felt suffocated. It was not true. I reminded myself again and again.

"I'm here. I'm safe. I'm with you," a sweet voice mumbled. "You are safe too."

I felt the lump in my chest leave slowly. And I jerked awake.

Blue was shaking me, her face covered in sweat, her eyes teary, but firm. "… It was a nightmare," I mumbled. She was safe. She was with me.

Tears fell from her eyes and she fell to her knees. She covered her face with her palms. I did not have the energy to even move my hands. I was weaker than ever. I could not even move my fingers without feeling excruciating pain.

She was crying hysterically.

"I'm fine," I said. But all that came out was a whisper. I wondered if she even heard me.

What was happening? What kind of weakness was this?

Then another question struck me.

Was I dying?

I ignored the pain. I tried to. It took me all my willpower. And when I finally touched her sleeve, I felt like I had to push the limit of my body to do so.

She looked at me with her deep blue eyes. Her eyes had gone swollen and red. Her tears would not stop. I watched how her lips shook when she forcefully tried to stop the tears. She was cute. Beautiful.

She was like a forbidden fruit.

She waited. She was waiting for me to talk, to say something, anything. But I could not. My lips trembled, but no words came out. I did not know what I wanted to tell her.

"… P-Please…"

I heard myself beg. Please what? What did I want?

I closed my eyes. I heard her saying something, screaming. But I closed my eyes anyway.

Before my mind drifted off to darkness, I saw her once more. She looked so beautiful, so heavenly with her pregnant belly. She looked ethereal.

A demon like me did not deserve her.

But I had her anyway.