The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Huh!"

I jerked awake as a jar of water splashed on my face. It took me a while to understand the situation.

I had been with Luc. But then we found a woman who fell or jumped from the second floor. So, Luc was stopping her blood from flowing out. That was the time when someone pressed something against my nose and I fell unconscious.

"Ah, Sister-in-law, you are awake. Or should I say 'Your Highness'?"

'Isaac?'

"Lord Isaac?"

"Are you surprised, Your Highness?" he laughed disgustingly. "Well, I suppose it was a shock for you. I have to admit it was pretty hard to get you alone. Your husband has been taking care of your safety pretty hard, after all."

"Untie me," I said.

I was tied with a rope against a tree. The knot was pretty tight. I could not even move my hands.

I could not see anyone else other than Isaac. But I was sure that there was someone else as well. I had heard two people talking before.

"How can I do that? I haven't tied you up to untie you," he muttered.

"Lord Isaac, please stop with this act and let's do what we need to do," another person said.

I knew who it was. It had been quite a while since I had last seen him, but I did not fail to recognize his voice.

"Greetings, Your Highness, Queen of Querencia," he said, bowing a little. "It's been a while."

"You... You are with him?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. "But you were my personal guard before. How could you do that?"

"I do not intend to hurt you, Your Highness. I am merely making sure Your Highness is safe and lives a long life," he said.

"By tying me up? Are you nuts?" I yelled. "I am telling you- untie me."

"I will," he said. "But please bear with it for a little while."

"Bear with what?" I asked. "Ezekiel, I am telling you..."

"Will you get it over with quickly? We don't have much time," Isaac barked.

"Get over with what?" I asked.

"Please go outside for a while, Lord Isaac. I will do it," Ezekiel said.

"Someone tell me! What are you planning?" I yelled.

Isaac hated me with all his might. And it would be no surprise if he wanted to kill me. But I heard Ezekiel liked me. I knew the feelings he had for me were wrong. But would he kill me if he liked me? Or was he the type of person who said that 'If I can't have you, no one can'?"

Isaac went out, mumbling something under his breath. I noticed that I was in a forest cabin. It was very little. There was only one room and no window and only one door. There was not much of a thing there as well.

The tree was actually inside the cabin that went out through the roof. The cabin was made that way that the tree would be inside.

"I believe Your Highness knows about what I feel about you well," Ezekiel said as he bent down in front of me.

"Untie me," I said.

He sighed loudly. "I don't understand. What does Your Highness even see in that man? He is clearly locking you up! Please open your eyes, Your Highness. That man is no good for someone like you.

You deserve better."

"Then what you mean is I deserve you?" I asked. "If he is bad, then you think you are any good? Do you think what you are doing is good?"

"I don't mean that..."

"I thought you were a responsible person, but it seems I was wrong. You are making all sorts of strange decisions here. And you are advising me who I should be with and lecturing me that my husband is no good?" I chuckled bitterly.

"Listen here then. Let's say my husband is not good for me and he is not someone I should be with. And I am too blind to notice it. But what's that to you? Who are you to interfere that should concern me and my husband only? If you actually want me to open my eyes, all you can do is try to suggest me.

But nothing more than that. It's my life. So, it's my job to decide who I would be with."

"If I decide to be with a man who is amazing and praiseworthy, then it's my decision. And even if I decide to be with a man who has no morals and is not really a good person, that's my decision as well. The best you can do is talk to me. But the final decision is always mine- good or bad. I don't understand how deeply you have fallen for me that you are so blind that you cannot see it.

Or are you trying to hide your dark desire to have a married woman with this silly excuse?"

"It's Your Highness who does not understand," he said. "I know it's not a moral thing to fall for a married woman. But how can I decide who I will fall for? The person I have fallen for turned out to be a married woman. What can I do about it?"

If he fell for me without knowing that I was married and then found out that I was married, that was one thing. But he knew that I was married. Yet, he developed those feelings for me. How did he still manage to say such things with a straight face? I felt disgusted just by thinking about it.

"And now, Your Highness is pregnant with that bastard's child."

"You...! What are you saying?"

'How does he know this? Did, Emma, his sister tell him about it?'

"It's not a child. It's more like a monster. It's killing Your Highness from within. Though the doctors are saying that there is a chance that Your Highness might lose your life, I am sure that Your Highness will not live if you manage to give birth to it."

"It's my problem! Stay out of it!" I yelled. "And I am not pregnant, okay? You are misunderstanding. I am merely sick because I was taking too many pregnancy-preventing pills. You heard everything wrong."

I thought it would be better not to admit it. What if he had some devious plan in mind that would harm my child? Right now, it was hard not to think of every possible scenario.

"You are not pregnant?" he clicked his tongue and pressed his palm over my stomach. "There is a life growing inside. Even if you tell me it's not true, it won't make a difference. It's the truth."

"I told you it's not true! And get your filthy hand off me!"

He moved his hand away. "It will start working in a moment."

"What will start working?" I asked.

"You will see. You might hate me, but remember, I am doing this for you."

"Listen here- I don't need you to do anything for me. So, stop doing things and saying that you are doing them for me. The best thing you can do for me now is let me go."

"I know I can't have you. But at least, I will make sure you live well," he muttered, ignoring me. Now it was getting creepy.

"Agh, my hands are aching... Please untie me," I mumbled, pretending to cry. I had a feeling that if I stayed here much longer, something horrible was going to happen. I needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

My attempt seemed to work. He sighed and started untying my hand. My heart was hammering crazily in my chest as I was waiting for the chance to attack.

I was no Cinderella. And I did not have a Prince Charming. My husband was more like a villain who had almost no morals but loved me more than anything else. But that did not mean he would be always there to save me. Even if he wanted, sometimes he still could not be there for me.

In the end, it was me who needed to save myself.

As soon as my right hand was free, I grabbed the handle of the dagger that was under my dress and pulled it out as soon as possible. Since the dress had a hidden pocket, it was easy to grab it quickly. Before he could understand, I stabbed him on the shoulder and then again stabbed him right beside his stomach.

He groaned in pain and moved back. I used the chance and cut the rope completely off that was used to tie me up. I made a run towards the door which was opened loudly by Isaac who had come to check what was wrong.

And it was my only chance to escape.