The Werewolf King's Bride-Chapter 571: Nail Scratches

(From Blue’s Perspective)

I was having a tuna sandwich because I craved it out of nowhere. They called Tuna something else here, but I always called it ’tuna’ anyway.

I was seven months pregnant. My stomach was not as big as when I was pregnant with Dion. I was concerned about it and contacted Doctor Dimitri, who said everything was fine. It could happen.

Dem had gotten his eye as well. Although it worked well and others said there was no difference between the new one and the old one, I could see it. It was like there was not much of life in the one I made, while the one he had was full of life in his own way. Well, natural things were always better.

"Your Highness, you need to sleep more. You look tired," Perita said.

I developed Insomnia after that incident. My tension increased and I could no longer lie down without fearing for my child. Dem could not sleep well either, but at least, he was calmer than me. I was losing my shit, to be honest.

"Perita, do I look ugly?" I asked.

"No, Your Highness. Although you look tired, you are not ugly," she said.

This chapt𝙚r is updated by freeωebnovēl.c૦m.

I trusted her judgment because Perita never lied. She even told the truth in situations when a lie was preferred.

I usually did not care about my looks, but yesterday, my son was horrified when I took him in my arms right after he woke up in the morning. He was an early riser like his father, while I always liked to sleep in the morning. Because of that and also because I cried the night before for no particular reason, I looked a little different.

Dem said Dion cried because he was in a cranky mood, but that surely was not the case. Dion did not cry when Dem carried him.

"You want to see ugly, look at my brother," she said. "I have never seen anyone uglier than him."

"Perita, you two are literally identical twins," I pointed out. She shrugged. It was hilarious how she always called him ugly when they literally looked the same.

I heard a giggle out of my door. I did not have to wait more than ten seconds when Dem entered my office with our son. Dem was tickling his stomach with his nose and Dion was giggling.

Dion had grown a lot in the last two months. He could crawl and sit without support. He could even get up by himself by rolling onto his stomach and then getting up. He had gotten very much verbal as he would babble a lot to Dem and me, especially if he had not seen one of us for a while.

"Mamaaa…," Dion giggled. It melted my heart. He could not say anything other than ’Mama’ and ’Dada’ yet. He said ’Dada’ very less than ’Mama’ and Dem would keep saying how Dion was a mama’s boy.

I took him in my arms and showered him with kisses. "Did you miss Mommy, my little Dion?"

He started babbling to me as soon as I took him in my arms while maintaining eye contact. It was crazy how he always maintained eye contact with the one he was talking to, even at such a young age.

Along with that, he had also gotten clingier. He would not go to anyone else other than Dem and me. And if he had to choose between the two of us, he would choose me. Sometimes, I would have to take him to the toilet with me because if I went out of sight for a while, he would throw a tantrum.

"Looks like he has a lot to say," Dem chuckled.

"Seems so. Did you two do something fun?"

"Ugh, nah. Unless you think talking to those old fools for two hours is a fun thing to do," Dem grumbled, as if even remembering it was awful. "Dion made the boring meeting a little different though."

"Oh, what did you do, baby?" I asked Dion, instead of Dem. Dion said something, which no one in the world could ever interpret other than him.

"He threw up on me. I wiped it with a napkin, but then he threw up again," Dem said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, do you see my coat?"

"Ah, you changed it," I said, now seeing for the first time that he changed his coat. Why did I not notice it before? I always noticed things when it came to my family.

I massaged my forehead, trying to clear my head.

"You okay?" Dem asked and pressed his palm on my forehead. "It’s slightly hot. Honey, you are not feeling well?"

"I don’t know. I’m fine, I guess."

"Alright, we are going to back to the bedroom and you are going to rest up. Dion also will take a nap. Come on."

I did not argue. Dem had his arm around my waist protectively as we went to our bedroom.

"Don’t call Doctor Dimitri now. I will rest for a while and then, if I don’t feel well even then, you can call him," I said when Dem wanted to get Doctor Dimitri to check up on me.

"Change that dress and just go to bed. I will give Dion a bath and put him in his crib," he said.

I took the dress off and without even unbraiding my hair, slumped on the bed. I fell asleep instantly.

"Blue, wake up, quickly!"

I opened my eyes with some difficulty as the headache kicked in. He never woke me up when I fell asleep.

"What?" I asked annoyedly.

"Get up for a moment."

"I have just closed my eyes, Dem!"

"Please, just come and take a look."

Something seemed off. Dem never sounded that way. I got up quickly, ignoring my headache. Dem took my hand and led me to Dion’s crib.

I was horrified. There were two nail marks on his body, right below his right arm. They were not caused by Dion himself because his nails were trimmed every time they got a little long.

"How did this…?" I mumbled as I touched the marks, raising his arm. They were surely nail marks.

"Scratches," Dem said. "I don’t know how it happened. None of us have sharp and long nails. We always trim our nails because of Dion. It was not there yesterday either. During the time, he was with the two of us only."

"Did he touch something sharp that might…?"

"There are no sharp objects around him, Blue. We always check it, every single time. And more importantly, he is never alone, not for a second."

"One of his toys… Check his toys."

"His toys are literally plushies only, Blue. His bracelet did not cause it either. The bracelet is around his right wrist and it cannot reach that place where the scratches are."

"Dem… Did someone…?"

Explore new worlds at novelbuddy

"I’m sorry, but can you take hug him when you sleep and create more barriers? I will need to check something," he asked.

"What are you sorry about? Of course, I will do it. He is our son. It’s our duty to protect him," I said and took Dion from the crib. He was almost asleep.

"The barrier you created is still intact, right?"

I took a look around and instantly, saw the black strings surrounding us, creating a barrier.

"It’s there. It’s right around us," I said. "But I will create a few more. Where are you going, by the way?"

"I need to check something, honey. It will take a while. Go to sleep."

He kissed me on the forehead and kissed Dion as well.

This gesture always made me feel comforted. However, this time, I was scared. Dem sounded like he suspected something. I was just afraid to know what he might find out.