The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

I thought I was going to pass out from nervousness. With the anticipation of meeting his family, it was difficult to breathe. What if they did not like me? What if they would want to throw me away? He would not do it, would he?

"Demetrius?"

"Yes?"

"What if they don't like me? Will they throw me out? Will you throw me out?" I asked.

"Of course not, Blue. They will like you. And I'll never throw you out. No one has the right to do so," he replied gently.

He held my hand as he guided me down the steps, and I felt as if his hand was the only thing keeping me upright.

He led me to the dining room, which alone was the size of the conference room of our school. I noticed there was a table in the middle with a balcony in the front as we entered the room. The room did not need any candles for lighting; the sunlight-filled that need properly.

A woman with fiery red hair smiled at me. Her eyes were similar to Demetrius's. I knew right away that she was his mother.

Beside her, there was a woman, perhaps of the same age as Demetrius, who had bright red hair like his mother and blue eyes. She was smiling slightly at me, a friendly look oozing from her face.

There was another man who was on the other side of the table, looking at us expressionlessly. I did not like the way he was looking at me. It was clear that he did not like me.

Beside the man, there was a woman with blonde hair who was faking a smile. It was way too obvious, but she still did not seem to understand that. I was certain that these two, whoever they were, did not like me at all.

"Uncle Dem, can I talk to Aunt Blue?"

A little girl's voice drew my attention away from them and down. I noticed a girl with brown hair poking Demetrius on the leg with her little finger, giving me nervous yet curious glances. Her eyes were baby blue, so beautiful that I felt the urge to kiss her right away.

"Go ahead. Talk to her," he urged gently, smiling down at her.

With small, tentative steps, the little girl approached me. I knelt to make it easier for her to talk to me.

"Hi," I said as I noticed her hesitation.

"Hello, Aunt Blue," she said, suddenly smiling when she noticed I was smiling as well. "I'm Ava."

"It's nice meeting you, Ava."

"Really?" she exclaimed, smiling broadly.

"Yes. I've been looking forward to meeting you since last night. Your uncle informed me that you want to meet me. I've been waiting since then," I murmured as I took her gentle hand in mine.

"I went to meet you, but Uncle Dem did not let me. He said you needed rest. I wanted to play with you. Will you play with me today?"

"She has just come here, Ava."

It was the woman who I thought was about the same age as Demetrius. Perhaps it was his sister.

"Don't mind her, Blue. She is just very excited," she said, smiling at me. "I'm Evelyn, by the way, Demetrius's sister. We've all been looking forward to meeting you."

"It's really great to meet you," I said. "And I would not mind playing with Ava. I would love to actually."

"Really, Aunt Blue?" the girl asked excitedly.

"Yes. We can play whatever we want."

"Alright then. We will go in the garden and play there in my treehouse," she said.

"Then come and have your breakfast first," Evelyn said and her daughter ran to her.

"Come on, dear. Sit down," the woman who I suspected was Demetrius's mother said gently.

Demetrius nodded at me and helped me sit in a chair. "I'm Demetrius's mother. You can call me Mother too."

My heart almost sank hearing this. She was better than my own mother. My mother never loved me and here she was, I just met her and she was telling me to call her Mother.

I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes, but I immediately gathered myself. "That is his uncle and his wife."

I smiled at them, and the woman responded with a phony smile of her own, while the male remained expressionless. Now it was clear that he did not want me here at all.

The breakfast went on with their little chats while I listened mostly. They were being friendly with me and I was getting comfortable talking to them as well.

"What about your family, Blue?" his uncle asked suddenly.

He had not spoken to me in a long time, and his abrupt question made me feel like he was attempting to humiliate me. But he could not know about my family, could he? Did Demetrius tell him?

"There are my father, mother, and two brothers. I'm the youngest child," I replied, trying to keep my tone even.

"They didn't know much about our Demetrius, did he? Then why did they let you come with him?" he asked again.

"I..."

"They know enough to trust me with their daughter," Demetrius said before I could say something.

"Still she is their daughter, right? They can't get to know you in only one day," his uncle said.

"Uncle Victor, that's something that Blue and I need to worry about, not anyone else. And I would appreciate if people kept their noses to themselves," Demetrius said coldly.

His uncle seemed to get angry at this but did not say anything else. It kind of seemed to me that he was a bit afraid of Demetrius. Was Demetrius very angry? Would he do punish people if they did not listen to him? This thought came to my mind a lot every time I would think of saying or asking him something. But as each minute passed, with his gentle behavior, I could not think of him becoming angry.

"What's this?" I asked, looking at the weird-looking slimy thing on my plate.

"That's made of beef," he replied.

"It looks weird," I commented.

"But tastes good. Eat it," he said.

I decided to try it even though I had a feeling that it would not taste good. As soon as I put it into my mouth, I found out that he was right. It indeed was tasty.

"Like it?" he asked and I nodded immediately, causing him to chuckle. I heard his mother amusingly chuckling as well, but I had no idea why. Was it because I ate it? Or was it because her son smiled? But either way, I was okay with it. At least, she did not seem to hate me.

Breakfast did not turn out to be as horrible as I had feared. They seemed to get along with me, which was a plus. His uncle and aunt did not like me for sure, but that was not something I needed to worry about. Demetrius seemed to defend me, so it was fine.

After breakfast, I promised Ava that I would play with her. Demetrius said he wanted to talk to me a bit first, so I told Ava to wait while I went to my room with him.

"Listen, Blue, there are a lot of people here. They are all werewolves and as you're a human, there are going to be guards with you wherever you go. Not everyone is good, so you have to be careful all the time. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"And if anyone asks you about your family or anything like that, tell them only the parts you're comfortable in talking about. This includes me. You don't have to talk about something you don't want to talk about," he said, making my heart go abnormal all over again. He did not have any idea how much his words meant to me.

"Ok," I mumbled. I found him getting closer to me and I stiffened. He put his face down so his lips brushed against my left ear and kissed on my helix. I shuddered and he held me by the shoulders with his strong hands.

"I'll meet you at dinner, my bride. I would love to join for lunch as well, but I've some work to do," he said and I could do nothing but nod.

"Let me introduce you to your guard," he said. He did not even have to call out, two men came through the door as if they already knew that Demetrius wanted them.

"This, my bride, is Barrett," he said looking at the man in his fifties. Most of his hair had turned grey and he had a look of absolute loyalty on his face.

"And that is Ezekiel."

Ezekiel was young, perhaps twenty-two or twenty-three. He had blond hair along with matching grey eyes that gave him a look of fierceness. But his fierce look was nothing compared to Demetrius's resting face.

"Barrett and Ezekiel, meet your future Queen and Luna. Save her with your lives if you might."