Smiley (Yandere Werewolf x Reader)

Chapter 21 - Morning

I woke up with a throbbing pain in my neck, my body sluggish as if I'd been pulled underwater and was struggling to resurface. The room was dim, only a sliver of sunlight creeping through the curtains, casting a faint glow across the bed. I blinked, disoriented, feeling a strange heaviness settle into my limbs.

What... happened?

Slowly, the events of the previous night began to trickle back.

The full moon.

Smiley.

The bite.

Instinctively, I reached up and touched my neck, wincing as my fingers brushed the tender skin. There, beneath my fingertips, was a distinct mark—small punctures where his teeth had pierced me. A sharp reminder of how real last night had been.

It wasn't a dream.

It actually happened.

A wave of dizziness washed over me as I sat up, my body protesting the movement. I felt off, like something inside me had shifted, like I wasn't fully myself anymore. My skin tingled, my muscles ached, and a strange heat hummed beneath my skin.

Before I could dwell on it further, the door creaked open. Smiley stepped inside, quiet as ever, but there was a new intensity in his gaze. His eyes immediately found mine, and he hurried over to my side.

"Y/N..." His voice was soft but filled with concern as he knelt beside the bed, his hands gently resting on my shoulders.

I looked at him, trying to understand the whirl of emotions swirling inside me.

Why do I feel this way?

Why do I feel... connected to him?

He reached out, brushing a lock of hair away from my face, his fingers warm against my skin. His eyes flicked down to my neck, to the spot where he had bitten me, and I could see the guilt flashing in his expression. His lips pressed together, and he leaned in closer.

"H... Hurt?" he asked, his voice thick, laced with worry.

I shook my head, though the ache was still there.

"No... not really. Just... weird."

That was the best word I could find to describe it—weird.

Everything felt off.

My body was sluggish and heavy, like I was wading through thick air. But it wasn't just physical. Emotionally, I felt tethered to him in a way I couldn't explain, like I needed him close, like being apart would unravel me.

Smiley's brow furrowed, and he pulled me into a gentle embrace, cradling me against his chest. His scent filled my senses again, that earthy, comforting warmth that I'd come to associate with him.

Normally, I might have pulled back or felt awkward, but this time, it soothed the strange unease inside me.

I let out a shaky breath, my head resting against his shoulder.

Why does this feel so natural now?

"You shouldn't have bitten me," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

But there was no accusation, just confusion.

Smiley tensed slightly, pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes. His expression was a mixture of guilt and something deeper, something primal that I couldn't quite understand.

"Full moon," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Beast... took over. But..." He trailed off, his gaze falling to the mark on my neck again. "Mark... means safe. You... mine."

His words hung in the air between us, and my stomach twisted at the implication.

Mine.

The bond, the bite—it was real, tangible. I wasn't just marked physically, I was marked in some deeper, emotional way too.

"I... don't know how to feel about that," I admitted, my voice wavering. Part of me wanted to pull away, to run from the intensity of it all, but another part—the part that had woken up feeling tethered to him—wanted to stay close, to stay safe in his presence.

He gave a small nod, as if understanding my inner turmoil.

"Not hurt you," he promised, his grip tightening slightly. "Take care of you."

And he did.

Smiley lifted me effortlessly, cradling me in his arms as if I weighed nothing, and carried me out of the bedroom.

My body still felt weak, and I didn't protest, resting my head against his chest as he took me downstairs to the living room.

He set me down gently on the couch, covering me with a blanket, before disappearing into the kitchen. I could hear him moving around, the sound of pots clanging and water running, but all I could do was sit there, trying to process the strange sensation coursing through me.

What had that bite done to me?

Why did I feel so... connected to him?

A few minutes later, Smiley returned with a bowl of warm soup and some toast, placing it on the coffee table in front of me. He sat beside me, watching carefully as I took the spoon and sipped the broth.

I could feel his eyes on me the whole time, as if he were afraid I might collapse at any moment.

"C-careful," he mumbled, leaning in slightly. "Weak... after bite."

"Yeah, I noticed," I muttered between spoonfuls, trying to ignore the heat in my cheeks from his attention.

The soup was good—comforting—and I could feel a bit of strength returning to my body with each bite. But the strange heaviness in my chest didn't fade, and neither did the sense of being connected to him in some new, unsettling way.

After I finished eating, Smiley reached out, brushing his hand lightly over my arm.

"Feel... better?" he asked, his gaze soft but intense.

I nodded. "A little. Just... tired."

His eyes flickered with concern, and he nodded back.

"Rest," he said, getting up to adjust the blanket around me. "Stay close. I'll... watch."

For some reason, that brought a sense of comfort. I didn't want him far. I didn't know why, but I needed him near, needed that connection.

As I drifted back to sleep, his quiet presence beside me, I couldn't help but wonder:

What had the bite really done to me?

And how would this bond change things between us?

Something had shifted between us, and I wasn't sure I could ever go back to how things were before.