The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

During lunch, my little wife was too impatient. She wanted to see the bird too bad that she could barely eat properly. And she was also the first one to finish. It was the first time she finished before me.

"Where is the bird?" she asked as I was wiping her face with a piece of cloth. "Don't tell me it will come only at night."

"It will deliver your letters only at night, but you can meet it now," I said.

"Why? Can't it see during daytime?"

"They can," I said. "It's just they don't like sunlight."

"So they don't go out during daytime?"

"No. They are kinda luxury lovers. Most of them even hate raw meat. Their meat needs to be cooked properly or they don't give a fuck about them and would probably pluck someone's eyes out whoever is close," I said.

"What the... They are scary," she muttered.

"But they are extremely loyal to their owner and to the ones the owner cares about. Since I never had anyone that I care about until recently, my bird is quite reckless. It ate some part of a servant's thigh one day because the meat wasn't cooked properly."

"What happened to the servant?"

"He is alive. But who cares? He tried to poison it anyway."

"But why?"

"Because the bird sometimes roams around the castle ground and if someone tries to sneak in, it kills it without wasting any time. You see, he was a traitor. So, he tried to kill the bird first, but got caught in the process."

"Oh... I'm surprised you haven't killed him," she said.

"Well, he is in the dungeon getting his dick pierced with a hot needle a hundred and fifty times a day," I said. "I wonder if I should increase the times. And he is getting whipped a hundred and fifty times as well. Is it enough?"

"... You should just kill him."

"Haha, is that so? Hilarious!" I laughed. "By the way, let's go see the bird. I don't like the look on your face right now. It looks like you're processing something in your head."

"I am," she mumbled. "To think you actually are talking about something like that nonchalantly, I am really overwhelmed by a weird feeling."

"Weird, huh?" I muttered. Weird was okay until she was not scared of me. But sometimes, I actually wanted her to be scared of me. "Weird is good."

"Let's go then," she said. "But where is it? Did you keep it in a room or something?"

"Yeah, it has a room," I replied.

She looked surprised and her mouth fell open. "I was joking though..."

"Close your mouth, my wife. I might put my finger in..."

She closed her mouth right away and pouted. I led her to a room that was attached to the roof. She roamed around a castle a lot, but it was too big to finish looking around. There were a lot of places she had never been to.

She was muttering to herself, but I could not hear anything. I was focused on the sound of her voice, not the words. I was absorbed in the sweet and addicting melody. How she smiled, how her eyes shone all the time no matter what, and how quickly her lips moved- my heart was skipping more than one beat witnessing all those. Satisfaction formed inside me. I wished I could always make her feel like this.

I wished she would always smile, smile for me.

"Dem!" she grabbed my arm. "You are dazing off."

"Oh... I was just thinking about something beautiful," I said. "Were you saying something?"

"You never said a bird lived inside the room on the roof. I thought it was just there for no reason. I mean, there are too many rooms in a castle needed or not," she said.

"I thought you would get scared. So, I didn't mention it earlier," I said. "Well, it's an excuse. I actually keep forgetting to mention things."

"I noticed."

"You're not angry, are you?"

"Huh? Why would I be?"

"You looked like..."

"No, I was just thinking that if that's the case then I have to keep asking you a lot about everything," she said with a serious look. "In that way, you don't have to worry about forgetting anything."

I chuckled. "Seriously?" If only she could see how cute she was, I was sure that she would get the hell of a surprise.

"Now don't go near the bird alone. Just stay behind me and don't make a ruckus. It will attack if you do so though I will just kill it before it does," I said as I opened the door.

The room was dark, even the windows were closed. There was no sound inside. It was like nothing was there.

"Are you sure it's here? The room looks vac..."

Her words were cut off as a screeching noise filled the room and something flew towards me and sat on my shoulder. I looked at the face of my wife. Werewolves could see better than humans in darkness. Because of that, the slightly surprised face of hers was presented before my eyes.

"Is it on your arm?" she asked.

"Yeah. Do you wanna touch it?"

"Hmm," she mumbled. "Can I?"

"Let me lead you," I said as I took her hand and touched the bird's feathers with it. The bird did not do anything since I led her. The birds of death were loyal to their owners along with the ones the owners cared about. After seeing that I was with her, the bird slowly let its guard down around her and sat on her shoulder from mine.

"It sat on my shoulder, Dem," she muttered anxiously. "What should I do? Its claws feel weird."

"They are sharp. Is it painful? I'll move it right away."

"No, don't," she said. "They are not dug in the flesh. It just is ticklish."

"That's good then. It smelled me in you. That's why it let its guard down around you so quickly. Unlike werewolves, birds can smell Alphas and their mates," I said. "But to think it's even rubbing its face against your head... Oh, would you look at that smug face?

It's clearly enjoying itself."

"What are you saying? You have a fixed smug face as well."

"Eee, don't compare me to it! This greasy feathery bastard is clearly flirting with my wife," I grumbled. "Should I throw it out?"

"It's just a bird! Don't be mean," she muttered.

"Hmph! You're siding with a bird you just met and ignoring your husband."

"Haha, you're so cute," she grinned. "Don't be like that. Anyway, I was thinking about this for a while- when you are in your wolf form, can you eat raw meat and live animals? Like wild rabbits, birds, deer, cows...? I mean, I read that wolves prey primarily on hoofed animals such as deer, moose, bison, elk, and caribou.

And because wolves typically hunt large animals though they are opportunistic and will eat the smaller prey, they must collaborate to catch their prey. If they can catch it, wolves will eat a healthy, strong animal. I wonder if that's the case with you werewolves as well."

"Nope, absolutely not," I sternly said. "It's possible to raw meat on a full moon now that I think about it since I lose my shit completely that time. No, that's not possible as well. There is no time to eat when you have to fuck like hell that time. It's annoying since I don't remember anything. There is no point in doing so.

Anyway, and we don't hunt or do something like that. As I said, we're mostly like humans. We only shapeshift if we must or sometimes for fun. To be honest, it's annoying to be a wolf."

"You look like you truly hate it," she mumbled.

"I do," I agreed without passing a beat. "And I also hate the way you are stroking its neck."

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's a he," I pointed out. Well, even if it was a she, I would have hated it.

"So?"

Guess I had no choice but to endure it for some time. I could not just say no to her when she enjoying herself so much. But the shocking this was her reaction. Her reactions were not always normal and I was aware of it. But this time, it was far from her abnormal reaction. Something was wrong.

If I was right, she perhaps had not seen the bird properly in the darkness and she could not even take it out because it hated sunlight. Because of that, she did not react like she was supposed to after seeing it.

She would probably be too shocked when she would be able to see it probably. Now I was sure that the bird would not do anything to her. So, I was trying to imagine how her face would look when she would see it.