The Love of a Werewolf

Chapter 6

"You called for me, My King?" Rafe peeks his head into the office, confusion marring his features.

"You can call off the search, I have found my wife," Ethan states nonchalantly, missing the look of disbelief on Rafe's face.

"If you don't mind me asking, who is it?" Ethan's blue eyes snap to Rafe's green ones.

"Altheia Fernando, one of the gamma's daughters," Ethan explains, Rafe is the closest thing he has as a friend and although he never showed it, his opinion means something to him.

"Have you heard about her c-condition?" Rafe's words come out as a whisper and that causes Ethan's curiosity to peek more.

"What condition?" It can't be something life-threatening, Ethan thinks to himself.

"Well, it is said that when Altheia turns into her wolf, she loses all human aspects of her. She's very...vicious." Rafe tapers off at the end.

"And that's bad because?" Ethan isn't seeing the problem here. She's strong, just like he wanted.

"It's not bad, I'm just warning you to be careful, my king." Rafe bows in forgiveness and Ethan dismisses him with a wave of his hand, his mind already wandering back to Altheia.

Last night, was one of the best sleeps he's ever had. She gravitated towards him and wrapped herself around him, and after so many years, Ethan finally felt safe.

Altheia is a heavy sleeper, but she's an early riser, so when Ethan woke up, it was to the sound of the shower running, well before daybreak. The girl stays on the move.

Altheia wrings her hands nervously, as she mentally prepared herself to bring up the breakfast tray for her husband-to-be. That's what good wives do; they make sure their partners eat.

Grabbing the tray filled with eggs, bacon, bread and jam, tea, fruit slices, and a tall glass of orange juice, she makes her way to the study. Being part beast, Altheia tends to run hotter and since it's summer, she sticks to wearing light, see-through dresses and today is no different.

This dress stops to her knees, and it's a light pinkish-white color, with yellow flowers stitched on it. Placing a soft, yet quick knock on the door to his office, she enters, forcing a bright smile on her face. "Good morning, my king."

"Ethan, you can call me Ethan when we're in private." He clears a space for his breakfast, ignoring the smile directed his way.

"Okay, Ethan...do you need anything else from me?" Altheia bounces on the balls of her feet.

"Sure, join me for breakfast." He points to an empty chair, and she sits, watching him eat silently. Altheia never thought she would marry anyone, let alone the king.

Altheia is kept away from her peers. When she did meet them, they weren't nice to her, they called her names and hit and spit on her and that made her angry, and when she's angry bad things happen. "Can I know why you chose me?" Her voice is barely a whisper, and her eyes stay glued to the floor, even as she feels Ethan's eyes roam over her.

"I heard you singing in the garden, then I saw you. You seem strong, capable of making a good Queen, Luna, and Mother." Ethan says and Altheia can hear the truth in his words but for some reason, that answer isn't good enough for her.

"That's it?" She chances a look at him and sees his eyebrows furrow.

"Yes, Altheia this marriage is more for convenience, I don't think I'll ever be able to love you the way you need me to," Ethan admits and she nods.

"If you'll excuse me." She grabs the tray, and she dashes out the door before he can say anything. Ethan sighs, knowing that whatever he said hurt her feelings.