(From Demetrius's Perspective)
Last night was harder than I thought. Sleeping on the same bed as hers, also while her leg unconsciously touched mine, it was like trying to endure the hardest pain possible. As a result, I could not sleep at all last night.
"My king, is something wrong?" Kenzo, the Beta asked. "You look tired."
"Do I?" I glared at him.
"Not at all, my king," he quickly said.
Perhaps I truly looked pitiful. But it should not go on like this. Even if I cared for my wife a lot, I should not be like this in front of others. Or it might lead them to think that she was my weakness and they would try to harm my precious delicate wife.
It was true that she was my weakness. If I found out anyone tried to do something bad to her, I would give them the most painful death possible. And if anyone tried to take her from me, perhaps they would need to think of a way of making artificial werewolves since there would be almost none left to serve them.
