The Werewolf King's Bride

Chapter 612 What Could Have Happened

(From Blue's Perspective)

I tried to think. I truly did. But I simply could not remember. I could not picture it in my mind.

Dem groped my breasts from behind. I sighed.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

I was sweaty. The sweat was drying, but I still felt rather hot. I increased the temperature of the room, but it was not cold yet.

"I can't remember," I said.

"Remember what?"

"Draven's face. I never forgot, not even for a moment. But then, for the last few years, his face kind of went a little blurry. Now, I can't picture him anymore."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Dem asked.

"Maybe. But it's unsettling. I am not used to… Usually, he is always there in the back of my head. But now… I don't know, Dem. It's weird."

It was not good for me, I knew. But I could not just get over my past. I could not pretend like it never happened. Because it did and it left me scarred forever. No matter how many years passed, I still remembered everything from that time and could even experience them in my mind.

Dem pulled me into his chest. He was holding me too tightly, but it was comforting so I did not mind.

"Do you remember everyone else?"

"Maxen, yes. I don't know what he looks like now. I remember him from before, just like others. I remember Father's face. Mother's too. But not Draven's."

"Do you remember all of their faces vividly? Like, can you picture them?"

I thought about it for a while. Then I shook my head.

"No. They are kind of blurry," I stated. "I can remember the lines of books I read when I was a kid, but can't even remember the exact shape of their faces."

"I believe it's a good thing, my love. You don't need to remember any of that," he said and kissed me on the neck. "It's no use living in the past, darling."

"I'm not living in the past," I defended myself. "It's just… I can't forget. I can't act like those things never happened."

I wanted to forget. I tried. I truly did. But I never could. I could still remember the way my brother would bash my head against the wall. The way my father (step-father) kicked me.

The way Draven would threaten to tie me to bed and let his friends do whatever they wanted to do with me- I would have died if that ever happened to me. I would not have been able to bear it.

I shuddered.

Dem wrapped his arm around me. I was not wearing the necklace that blocked him from my mind so he could not read it. I was not even blocking my thoughts with black mana. Sometimes, I let Dem read my mind. We would sometimes communicate that way. Dem would read my mind and answer me while I did not have to open my mouth at all.

It was fun.

Dem and our children could communicate with just their minds as they were part werewolf. But they never did that since I could not do it. Dem would never do something if I was not part of it. It was sweet of him. The kids also were not used to doing it, so they never did it even between themselves.

"Don't think about that, darling."

"I can't… I'm trying not to, but…"

"Do you want me to make you forget?" he asked, his voice husky.

"We have to get up early tomorrow," I said, although I did not want to reject him. I wished desperately that he would not care about my words.

"You can sleep for a while more." He nibbled my earlobe. He palmed my right breast while his hand slithered down between my thighs.

I let out a soft moan.

"Remember when the kids were little, we had to be so sneaky to have moment to ourselves so they won't wake up?"

"I hated those times," Dem said. He put a finger inside me. I was already wet from our intimacy a while ago. "It was like we were having an affair even though we were a married couple."

"Some people roleplay this, you know, having an affair."

"What do you mean?"

"Some people get off on this. It's their kink. For example, I pretend to be a knight and you are the king and we are having an affair."

"That's disgusting. Infidelity is not fun," he said so seriously that I had to work hard to hold back my laughter.

"I know, baby. I know."

Sex with Dem was always raw and wild. Sometimes it got so overwhelming that I had the urge to tell him to stop. But I could not stop him since it felt so damn good.

I thought we would tone it down now that our kids were older. But that never happened. I did not even have periods anymore which meant more intimacy.

I did not hate it. But sometimes, in the morning, I would feel so embarrassed about it in front of my children even though they might not even have any idea what I was thinking about. Well, except…

As Dem embraced me, I let myself get lost in the moment. In his arms, I felt the safest. He made me feel loved and coddled like no one else ever could.

"Do you hear that?" Dem asked.

"Hear what?" Did he forget I was not a werewolf like him? I could not hear what he could.

"What the fuck?" he grumbled and got off the bed. He was turned off by then. He put on his robe and went out of the room quickly.

I was sore so it took me quite an effort to get out of the bed. I cleaned myself up quickly and put on my nightdress.

Dem was not there when I went out. I could locate him using our bond. He was in Bree's room.

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I ran there.

The door was open. No, the door was not there at all. It was on the floor. Someone broke it down.

I was not prepared for what I found in the room. Bree was on the bed, sobbing in Dion's arms. Dem was standing in the middle of the room with a blade in his hand with blood dripping down the silver edge. At his feet was a body of a hooded figure.

I clapped my hand over my mouth, muffling the scream that was threatening to leave my mouth.

I was frozen on my spot for a moment before I dashed for my daughter. I wrapped my arm around Dion and Bree.

"What happened? Gosh… What happened?"

It was Dem who answered. "Someone entered her chamber through the window. He intended to…"

"He tried to force himself on me!" Bree cried. "I was trying to push him off, but he kept… I couldn't scream, Mummy! Then Father broke down the door and threw him off of me!"

"I heard a muffled voice. At first, I thought…" Dion blushed. "But then, I figured it was something else as it was coming from Bree's room. So, I ran here only to find Father in her room with that dead body."

I had not even seen Dem grab his blade from our room that he always kept beside the bed.

Bree cried for a while and wanted us to stay with her. Dion took care of the body. At first, I had suspected it was a dark mage. But that was not the case. It was just a man- a werewolf, of course. Dion said he would look into the identity of the man.

Dem and I slept in Bree's room with her in the middle of us. I was terrified for my daughter. She must have been so scared.

"I believe he used a potion on her so she would not be able to talk. But he could feed her only a little as she struggled and the bottle shattered on the floor," Dem whispered when we saw Bree was asleep.

I nodded. "I saw the shattered pieces… Oh Dem, if you hadn't come in time…"

"I came in time and that's what matters. We can't be imagining 'what could have happened' scenarios. It never helps," Dem said.

But I still thanked him repeatedly. My daughter. I shuddered even imagining what could have happened to her.