The Werewolf King's Bride-Chapter 575: Should Have Believed Her

(From Demetrius’s Perspective)

Blue had been tense for a few days. I told her to take a break and she listened to me, for the very first time. She also probably realized that it was very necessary for her to put off all sorts of work and just focus on herself.

She took a break, but her mind did not. She worried all day. I found her more than five times just staring at the wall and biting her lips. She was anxious all the time and did not get out of the bedroom much. There were times when she would pick Dion up and hold him in a way that would make anyone think she was worried someone would take him from her.

Today, as usual, I took Dion with me in the morning to my study and came back around lunchtime. I found my wife sleeping on the bed, holding her pregnancy pillow. Even in her sleep, she did not look to be at peace anymore. Her brows were furrowed and her lips trembled occasionally.

Dion did not like how his mother was these days. So, he thought crying would make it better when it only worsened everything.

Thankfully, Dion did not cry today. I placed him on the bed on his stomach between a few pillows beside Sapphire, Blue’s cat, now our cat actually.

"Dear, wake up," I said softly as I brushed the hair from Blue’s face. "It’s midday, darling. You need to eat."

Her eyes shot open and for a moment, it looked like she was ready to attack. I was not surprised. It had been like this for a few days now. She stared at me alarmingly for a few seconds before finally relaxing. She looked over at Dion and after making sure he was okay, she took a deep breath.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"Twelve-thirty. You will want to get up and have some food. It’s important," I said.

"Yes…"

"How did you sleep?"

"I don’t know."

She got up slowly and I handed her a glass of water and a pill for tension. It was provided by Doctor Dimitri. He said it was not harmful to the baby. Blue needed at least one pill every day.

I never told her how worried I was about her. I acted like everything was fine and she was fine, even though she clearly was not. I did not want her to feel I was pitying her, or I was too worried about her. She got mad when it happened, so I cared not to let her know what was on my mind.

"Let us have lunch, my love. Then, we can take a walk in the garden. The weather is good," I said.

"I had a dream," she murmured. "But I don’t remember."

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"Dem, I am afraid."

"Of what, my love?"

"The unknown. I am afraid of what lies behind the faces of people. I am afraid of what I can’t see," she said, suddenly clasping my hands in hers. "Dem, now I am afraid of everything because I feel like I know nothing."

"That is not true."

"Something is bound to happen, Dem. I am telling you."

She was not delusional. And it was also true that she was bound to be anxious. But I still felt that she was way more anxious than she used to be.

"Azure won’t stay still. He will hurt us. You, our child, me. Everyone. He won’t let us escape."

"We will fight back if we cannot escape."

"I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to kill, Dem! It doesn’t feel… good. Yes, it doesn’t feel bad anymore. But it doesn’t feel good either and even if… I can’t determine if I truly don’t feel good… I don’t want to do it."

I was not sure what I say. There were many times when I lost my words.

So, I said what I could.

"Come and eat, my love. You are hungry."

"I haven’t gone crazy, Dem. Something is bound to happen. I have this bad feeling. I can feel it, Dem…"

"I understand, honey…"

"No, you don’t!" she said sharply. "You understand nothing. If you did, you wouldn’t be so calm."

"Please, darling. For the sake of our child, eat something. We will talk, my love. We will talk about everything. Only worrying won’t help with anything," I pleaded.

She touched her belly gently and cradled it with both of her hands. Then, she nodded.

I sighed in relief as she went to the restroom to freshen up.

At least, she would eat something. I needed her to relax, but I had no idea how to make her.

She was ready quickly as she did not even take off her nightdress. She did not want to change. Well, she was famous for wearing whatever she pleased and some even admired her for her sense of true independence and not being bound to maintain her image.

She put her hair in a bun and used a moisturizing cream on her face and neck. With all the rubbing, her face was flushed. Her eyes were red and tired, even though she slept for quite a long time.

I watched her intently as she hastily grabbed a new cloth for Dion. She apparently did not like the one I put on him.

"Why would you put this one on him? Its color looks like dirt," she said grumpily.

"It’s not dirty," I pointed out.

"Yes, it’s not. But the color makes it look so."

She changed Dion’s cloth while he giggled and rebelled a little. Blue never got tired of him. She smiled tiredly at him and kissed him fondly. I loved watching her do that to our son. It made me feel like a special man witnessing a special moment.

"You got believe me, Dem," she said as she took the arm I offered with Dion in her arm.

That day, I did not believe her entirely. I did understand her, but something more was needed on my part. I should have believed her.

Because exactly a few months later, the thing she feared happened.