The Werewolf King's Bride

Chapter 165: The Confusing Past

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

I watched her sleeping peacefully beside me. But I was wide awake. If she thought that the fact that she talked to King Ford alone did not bother me much, she was wrong. I just was not saying many things so she would not think that I felt that way. I was jealous, but I was worried as well.

I had no idea what he was planning. King Ford was young and a very great king. He knew how to rule a kingdom properly and he was very cunning. His methods were truly impressive and I respected his abilities as a king. But that did not mean I did not hate him as a person. It was just normal to hate a rival King.

Who would not do it?

He was also the one who tried to hurt my wife a few years ago. For that, he even went into another world. I could not think of him as someone who would not try to hurt my precious wife again. He had no reason to suddenly start to be her well-wisher.

"Mm... You aren't sleeping?" she mumbled, opening her eyes slowly and yawning.

"You should sleep. It's midnight," I said.

"Hnn...," she got up even though I told her not to. She climbed on my lap and placed her head against my chest. "You should sleep too. You had a rough time."

"Don't worry about me. Your husband is not weak, my wife."

"Does being weak or strong have anything to do with me worrying about my husband? I just don't want you to push yourself. If you have any problems, I might not be of great help, but you still can talk to me. It's not alright to keep everything to yourself."

"I see... If I say that everything of my past seems like a lie to me, would you believe me?"

"Yes... I will. Because you have a reason to say so and it is also possible that something might have happened."

"I hate King Ford," I said. "Because he wanted to kill you. Even a few days ago, that memory was fresh and I had no doubt about it. But now... Something feels off. And I feel like I am wrong.

There are parts of the story that I don't remember, or just my point of view of the story is messed up."

"Like you feel like you are not sure whether the things you think happened in your past actually happened in the way you think they did?"

"That's unnecessarily to the point," I said. "But that's exactly how I feel."

"Luc said it's not impossible to happen. Let's just rely on him for now and also try to find out as much as we can about it," she said.

I laughed. "You actually are quite special. You know, if I was at your place and someone told me the things I am saying now, I wouldn't believe them. But you trust me. I don't even know what to say now."

"I told you, I don't care about anything else. I trust you because I want to. And it's not like what you are saying is completely baseless. Well, it's kinda hard to believe if you think rationally, but I can't think like that anymore. Magic, werewolves- there are a lot of things in this world that I had never thought existed. And nothing is actually impossible here.

So, there is no need for me to not trust you when I don't even know what exactly the truth is. You can lie to me, but I am hoping that you are not."

"I am not," I said. "But is me saying this enough for you to trust me?"

"Yes," she smiled. "I trust you, so just say that you're telling the truth. It's fine."

I was telling the truth. I almost never lied to her. My past just seemed to be full of some incidents that I surely knew of, but I could not remember now. I was involved in them, but still, a lot of parts were missing from my memory.

Everything was strange. But I was glad that I at least had her by my side. She trusted me fully. Of course, I would not betray her even though she said that it was okay if I did so. I just wanted to make her believe that she was someone who held the most importance in my life and there was no way I would deceive her. It did not matter even if she had a lot of black mana inside her.

I only wanted her because I loved her, not because of her power.

"Why don't you go to sleep, sweetheart? You should take as much rest as possible," I said.

"But you are not sleeping."

I sighed. My wife could be quite stubborn sometimes. "Well then, you leave me no choice," I said.

"Huh? What?" she looked at me, puzzled.

I smirked at her and kissed her on the lips. If she did not want to sleep, then I just needed to make her sleep, right?

"Mm... Dem?"

"Yes?"

"All of a sudden?"

"It's not wrong, is it? I just feel like loving you lots," I said and kissed her neck. "Of course, we won't go all the way. But there is nothing wrong with playing a bit, right?"

As my lips trailed down her slender throat, my hands grabbed her full bottoms. I squeezed her bottoms and she let out a loud moan.

"Huh...?!"

"You are trembling," I muttered as my fingers rubbed her over the undergarments.

"Nngh!" she squirmed and pressed her face hard against my chest. "Hnn..."

"You are really wet, my darling wife."

"Don't... ah... say such things..."

I slid my finger inside her from the side of her undergarment and she gasped. "Ah! Dem! Don't push... too hard!"

"This much is not going to affect your health," I said. "I talked to the doctor."

"About... this?"

"Of course. It's really important."