The Werewolf King's Bride-Chapter 572: Explain It

(From Blue’s Perspective)

I fell asleep for a while, then woke up maybe just ten minutes later. The same thing went on and on. It was better not to rest at all than this. It only made me more tired and gave me a really bad headache.

Dion was sleeping on my chest, with my arm protectively pressing him against me. He was even snoring in an adorable way.

I was a little envious of him. He could sleep so well, without any knowledge of the world. But then again, he could sleep well because his parents were there to keep him safe. At least, losing our sleep would keep our son safe and happy.

I got up and without putting Dion down, I walked around the room with him in my arms. How could there be nail scratches on his out of nowhere? To some, it might not seem of that much concern, but it actually was a worrying thing, especially when Dem and I had been so overprotective of our son. And he was always with us. He never could accidentally get scratched by either of us.

"Oh, damn it!"

I put Dion down quickly in his crib before I lost my temper. It was something Doctor Dimitri taught me. He said whenever I was angry, I needed to put Dion down. At first, I was offended, saying I would never hurt my own son even if I was very angry. Well, I surely would not hurt him in my right mind, but when was someone in their right mind when they were extremely angry?

"Ugh, why does everyone keep coming at us?" I yelled and picked up a vase and hurled it across the wall, regretting it almost immediately as Dion got up and started crying.

"Oh, I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry," I quickly picked up my son again and comforted him. I was losing my mind. What was happening to me?"

"What happened?" Dem barged in, who knows how he heard us. Maybe he was near. "What happened, honey?"

Dem looked between the shattered pieces of the vase, the wall, our crying son and me. I was the most pathetic looking among them for sure. I just was not in my right mind and honestly, I needed to clear my mind even though I had no idea how I was going to do that.

He quickly took Dion from me and my knees gave away almost instantly. He held me around the waist and gently put me on the floor, so I would not fall hard on my knees. I noticed my whole body was shaking. My hands would not stop shaking. No wonder Dem had to take Dion from me.

Or, did he think I hurt Dion? Was that why he took him from me? What did he make of the broken vase?

"Dem… I… I didn’t hurt Dion," I said, as seriously as I could, although my voice almost broke.

"Of course, you didn’t. Why would you say that?" he asked gently, as he bent before me. What would a normal father do in a situation like this? Oh, I knew what they would do. They would comfort the child first and then his wife. Because a child was a child who needed attention, but his wife was not a child.

However, Dem was different. He always prioritized me over everything. Some might think it was immature and not fair, but it was just the way he was.

"I… I was just angry at myself, at everyone who are trying to harm us. I just… I just got angry and threw the vase… Dion was not in my arms that time. I put him down first. I wouldn’t…"

"It’s okay. I understand," he said and kissed me on the forehead. He then gently caressed my cheek with his thumb and stared deep into my eyes. His eyes showed only gentleness and understanding. "We cannot keep our cool all the time. I know you won’t hurt him, my love."

"I always tell you not to break things when you are angry… and then I…"

"I guess my habit rubbed off on you," he chuckled.

Dion calmed down after a while. I told Dem to put Dion to sleep. So, Dem was walking on the balcony, so Dion would fall asleep.

I told Dem I would call the maids after I collected myself. I took deep breaths and stared at the place of the wall where I threw the vase. It made a mark.

It was right beside the dressing mirror. My sight had surely improved as I saw something else as well.

I got up and made my way cautiously towards it. Maybe I was not cautious enough after all, as my mind was preoccupied with something else that I stepped on a broken part of the vase and cut my feet. But I did not care.

I took the single hair that was stuck in the small gap between the mirror and the border. It was not my hair. My hair was dark mostly. There were parts of my hair that was brown, but it was definitely not red, which meant the hair I was seeing belonged to someone else.

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"Red…," I whispered.

"Dem!" I called while I rummaged my memory thinking of a red-haired person who was in my room. And the person had long hair because the hair was quite long.

"Yeah?"

I turned to him and saw Dion had almost fallen asleep. He was dozing.

"You cut your foot, Blue!"

I ignored him. There was much more pressing matter in hand.

"We might need to have a word with your sister, Dem."

That night, Dem forced me to rest. So, in the morning around ten, we met up with Evelyn.

"Oh, my little nephew is a morning person it seems," Evelyn stated as soon as she entered the drawing room. She tried to take Dion, but neither Dion, nor Dem who had Dion in his arms liked it. "Come on, I am his aunt, Demetrius!"

"It’s good to see you, Evelyn," I said. "Take a seat."

"Did something happen? Even Blue seems to be in a bad mood," she said as she took a seat on our opposite couch.

"Evelyn, why did you come to our room?" I asked without any more ado.

"What do you mean?" she asked, dumbfounded.

"You heard it right."

She tightened her lips. "Blue, are you accusing me of going to the grand bedroom without the permission of my brother or you?"

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"I am simply asking you why you did that," I said. "In case you didn’t know, I had some devices placed around the room which showed you entering our room. Now, can you please explain it?"