The Werewolf King's Bride-Chapter 554: Let’s Try Not To Fight

(From Blue’s Perspective)

"Why would you take Dion there? Do you have the slightest idea how dangerous it could have been?" I snapped at Dem.

"You handled it just fine by the time I reached," he said and put Dion in his crib.

"Dem, it could have been dangerous! Why don’t you understand?"

He now looked at me with his black eye. He was angry, really angry. He bit the side of his lip as if in frustration and ran his fingers through his hair.

"You left in the middle of the night without explaining anything. You did not care how much worried I was. You did not care about your safety when you left," he said in a controlled tone, putting emphasis on each of his words.

"Why would I worry about myself when I knew I would do just fine?"

"Yes, then what is wrong with me taking Dion there if you were so sure of your ability?"

"… Dem, you don’t understand…"

"No, Blue, I understand just fine!" he said and strode towards me with long steps. He grabbed me by my shoulders and took a deep breath, as if controlling himself. "If I had not taken Dion there, you would not have listened to me. You are being stubborn all the time. It’s not just you. In your life, I am present too.

You explained nothing to me! You cannot expect me to just sit there and wait for you. It doesn’t matter how much power you have, Blue! I will always worry about you and I hated it more than anything else that you explained literally not a single word about what you were going to do."

"There was no time! And even if there was time, you wouldn’t even have let me go."

"I couldn’t have stopped you even if I wanted to, Blue. Don’t give me that," he said. "Fuck this!"

He let go of me and ran his fingers through his hair again. He was truly frustrated and angry.

"Dem…," I mumbled as I touched his arm.

He turned his head towards me abruptly and grabbing my cheeks with his hand, he started kissing me. His hand slid inside my nightgown. I had not changed it yet. Well, Lloyd was not wrong entirely about what I was wearing being a lingerie. It actually was a mixture of nightgown and lingerie.

"I am pretty sure that jerk was turned on by seeing you," he whispered into my ear as he nibbled my earlobe.

"Dem, Dion is here."

"He is a literal kid, Blue. What will he understand?"

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"Please…"

"If you think I will listen to everything you say when you don’t listen to anything I say, you are so fucking wrong!" he said and threw me on the bed.

I fell on my stomach. "Dem, I said…"

Unexpectedly, he only poured himself a glass of water and drank it. I was quite shocked. I thought he would go feral or something.

"I will go out for a moment."

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"Where?"

"Do I have to explain everything to you now?"

"Dem, why are you being like this? That was…"

Okay, it was getting frustrating and out of control. I did not like where it was going. These days, we only fought about this and that.

"Dem… Don’t be like this."

"Blue, I’m tired, you know that. I’m tired of everything. You know the truth? I hate how you have that much power and you just go into any kind of situation. I hate how I cannot tie you up anymore. I hate how we don’t get enough alone time.

I don’t hate my child. He is little and I know he needs to be taken care of. So, I never think of him as a burden. But Blue, do you think everything is going really well between us?"

I sat up and looked down at my lap as tears threatened to fall from my eyes.

"I’m sorry…," I mumbled. "I’m sorry for everything I did that made you feel bad. I’m sorry if my actions caused us to fight. I just don’t want to… I don’t want us to be like this. I know I am not being the best version of myself. But, can you please… not go?

Can you stay, even if I’m annoying, even if I’m making you mad? Please?"

I did not dare to look at him. I was not ready for what I might see in his eye. Now, tears truly started falling. "Please don’t hate me…"

The bed rocked a little. A moment later, a large hand touched the side of my face gently. "Look at me."

I raised my face to look at him. He was gazing down at me with a soft look in his eye. He wiped my tears with thumb and kissed me on the forehead.

"I don’t hate you. I can never hate you," he said. "If anything, I only love you more and more each day. I am just afraid I am losing you. And I am afraid you will get hurt. I don’t want to lose you, baby."

"Me too."

He pulled me on his lap and hugged me. I felt safe. It was like he had created a barrier around us, to save me from everything. He kissed my hair that had grown so long that it reached my ankles.

We sat like that for a long time. At some point, I heard the chirping of birds outside. Honestly, I had always hated when birds started chirping even before I could fall asleep. But at this moment, I just did not care. I did not want to sleep. I just wanted him to hold me like this as long as possible.

"I don’t want us to fight," he said. "I get angry too quickly and end up yelling. I don’t like to yell at you. I know you hate it a lot. I hate it too. I hate every time we fight."

"Let’s not fight… I won’t do something you hate and you won’t do something I hate."

"You know, it’s not possible all the time," he said.

"… Hmm… But we can try, at least…"

"Sure, we can," he said and kissed my hair again. "But first, you need a haircut, unless you want to keep it this long."

"I might as well keep it this long for a few days."

"You are joking, right?"

"… Maybe…"

"Baby? You are joking."

"…"

"Oh, hell, no…"