Three years have unfurled like the pages of a quiet book since the day we exchanged our vows, promising each other a life woven with shared dreams and laughter.Winston and I were not the only ones whose lives were transformed into beautiful, peaceful passages on our page; the Lycans' quality of life also significantly improved.Although there are still rare occasions when we run into difficulties, we can see that we are getting better and stronger. Additionally, in that brief period, the Lycans successfully rebuilt the house that had been destroyed during our conflict with the healers.The Lycans are still reluctant to accept outsiders, but as a sole healer coexisting with them, I have come to appreciate the way of life I had been dreaming of.I can now interact with them whenever I want and freely admire and appreciate their beauty.I am on cloud nine, but as time passes, the quiet whispers of worry become more audible, like a constant murmur in the background of my life—Winston and
Right now, I'm confined inside a hollow concrete cube with no windows and only one entrance. Even the time of day and how much time has passed are unknown to me. It was totally disorienting by design. If a person is trapped here for an extended period of time, they may easily forget their own name. There was no stimulation, and it was complete isolation. No light, furniture, sound, or cloth of any type. All I could do was feel the chilly chains around my wrists and legs, and the cool walls.If I wasn't a normal person, I'd probably go insane.Fortunately, I am not.A normal person will hate their abductor or the one who imprisoned them.In my case, I love the person who is imprisoning me. Leaving me here in a dark place in isolation does not grow any resentment inside me.I admire him. I love him even if he always looks at me with his deathly eyes.Still, seeing love in those vicious, cold eyes is something I can point out as my disability.Why do I still care for him, even if he abu
I kept my eyes looking up at Winston.Strangely, the room became darker in my eyes.I have night vision, but why can't I see him clearly?Worried about my eyes suddenly losing their night vision, I can only focus on the sound of his panting.Maybe repeatedly interrogating me about my clan while violating my body took so much of his energy. He didn’t even get anything out of me besides my virginity.I patted my belly, as I could still feel his warm fluid coming out of me.It’s great he gave this to me, but I want to be treated preciously too.I was speechless. I was too shocked to move because my great fantasy of making love with him had shattered. It also took place inside a filthy, dark prison cell, and we did it while I still looked dirtier than a beggar.None of this was what I expected. It is nothing close to what I look forward to.I will give it to him anyway, but not in this kind of situation.If he can’t love me, at least I want his warmth.Or at least he should give me a chan
While still in bed, Winston held my hand tightly. He kneeled on the side of the bed, and he gently touched his forehead with my hand. I could feel his slight trembling, as if he looked really relieved that I had regained consciousness.He is my love, right?Why is he acting like this?I slowly regained my vision, and finally I could clearly see the most handsome man I've known.But a beard?My darling grows a beard!Wait, is growing a beard part of Lycan's ability?He has a bushy beard that looks fluffy like his fur when he is in his wolf form!Aside from his soft gazes and gentle gestures, the facial hair that makes him more manly caused me to feel more bemused.Am I being thrown into some sort of alternate universe?Is this person really my love? My Winston?Yes, my heart raced from the warmth I could feel from the hand that was holding me, but I couldn't help but ask, "Why are you speaking so dearly to me?"His golden brown eyes, which I last remembered were cold and distant, looke
"Don’t hate me too. I am your husband." he whispered. The warmth of his breath sent shivers up and down my spine. His words hit me like blows to the stomach, each one robbing me of breath. Did the gods pity my poor, loving heart? Did the gods change the way the world spins so I could experience this gentle and alluring side of Winston? Or is it only my mind that’s playing tricks on me? Will he really become my husband? Since this was way too shocking for me, I failed to respond to Winston’s words. He smiled gently again before he tucked me in bed. He said, "Recover your health first. We can slowly catch up to each other." He patted me as if he were putting me to sleep, but I opened my eyes wider as I refused to wake up from this good dream. I am fine even though Winston was cold and rough, but experiencing this gentle side of him is bliss. "Is this making you uncomfortable?" he asked. "No. I slept for too long, I don’t need to sleep anymore." I sternly said, but Winston's res
It already drains my energy just preparing to go out, but I never regret anything that happened a while ago. After the rollercoaster of my emotions, Winston finally took me out to walk around his mansion inside Lycan territory. It's a place where I had the hardest time sneaking in. Lycan has a really good sense of smell; even if I change my appearance through disguise, they can always tell that I am not part of their clan. Additionally, everyone here hates the smell of Healers so my nature as a Healer increased my difficulty in blending with them. My dream is slowly getting real, but I feel something is iffy. "Winston . . . Where are we going?" I asked, as I hesitated at first, if I should call him by his name or not. "To the garden." he replied while carefully holding my left arm to support me as I walked. My love is so concerned for my health that we are walking like snails. I would never get bored walking slowly with him, but I feared he would get bored soon. What if he sud
Rowan growled at me as soon as I intentionally called them demon wolves. I acted like I mistook them for those ugly-looking wolves in order to gather the information I needed.Demon wolves are vicious wolves who have a strange eating habit, as they could eat anything as long as it's meat. They were purged a long time ago because of how vicious and violent they are. They were a threat to all races, so everyone agreed to exterminate them. There are only a few rumors that those monsters are still somewhere lurking in the dark, but who cares about them? In recent times, their names only used to scare little kids.I can't believe I'll be using these non-existent monsters to scare a real wolf.It's a good thing that this Lycan uses more of his muscles than his brain.I covered my face because I was still working hard to squeeze tears out of my eyes while the gullible Rowan pulled his claws away from me and defended his clan instead."We are not the carnivorous wolves! The Luca clan has dign
In response to my insistence on stopping Rowans execution, Winston carried me in his arms, and he jumped out of the window to rush over to the plaza.I was unconscious for only three hours, so its still afternoon, and here they are trying to kill someone under the good weather."No! Stop!" I exclaimed as soon as I saw the executioner raising his ax to initiate the execution.Are they living in medieval times? We are in the modern world! Why can't they execute their people in a less brutal way? Do they not know about execution by lethal injection? It's a peaceful way of executing, and it's less messy.Anyway, whatever I was grumbling about about their brutal way of executing their people, I still disagree with Rowan's execution.Rowan even looked like he was near death, even though his neck was still intact. It was only this morning that I saw him in his healthy state, but now his handsome face and his well-built body are covered in blood and bruises.The confidence I saw in him this m