Promised to a Gargoyle King but the Werewolf King wants us.

Chapter 6 - Dragon's bride & the Gargoyle that just won't quit.

Was hand fastening like marriage? She wasn't sure. Kate met his eyes as he held it up, a trace of anxiety behind his grin, and she nodded. Either way she was sold. She could spend a long time with this silly face.

He brightened and stood, sliding the ring onto her wedding finger, and she felt a thrill of relief and joy at what it really meant. Damien kissed her hard, grinning as he did, and swung her around as much as his body allowed.

“I was freaking out a bit, I thought you'd say no!”

“Well. Um.” Kate said softly. She saw his face freeze.

“You don't want to?”

“No, I mean, yes. I want to but remember, two men. Trying to force me to marry them.”

He scowled at that. “Yeah, not if I've got something to say about that. Come on.” Damien took her hand and led her out into the library.

“We're getting hand fastened!” He acted like he knew all along, like he'd expected her answer, and she followed him to the couch. Kate smile warmly and relaxed against him, shutting her eyes, relaxing against him. Ignored Tank's comments about her and Turin's teasing. Damien could handle them.

Damien's confidence had always been the thing she'd loved. It was how she'd gotten attracted to him. He kept coming into the library, this geeky guy with the confidence of a body builder, and kept insisting on talking to her. He'd line up in the long line if it meant he got Kate. Asked for help on the computers, as if he didn't know how to email, even though he worked in IT and game design. And apparently her shyness, how 'you weren't stuck up about how hot you are', it'd got him hooked right onto her.

Of course, she'd figured out later that Damien wasn't as confidant as he made out. Not all the time. He was happy with life, with himself, but when it came to girls? He had no clue. Damien had only come into the library day after day, seeking 'help with emailing', because of her. Damien had asked her out after four months of this by emailing himself a letter. Asked her to read it because 'he forgot his glasses'.

It had read- 'Would you go out with me after work tonight, Kate?'

By then she was more or less hooked. It was hard not to find him attractive, his eyes, his smile, his warm nature, and he'd found out that night that Kate didn't just 'didn't act stuck up', she'd genuinely never thought herself as hot.

From that first date onwards they'd started to live their lives around each other. Maybe that was unhealthy, she didn't know, but Damien and her worked close to each other and had dinner together. Would meet in the mornings before work and eat breakfast together. She found out about a month after dating that Damien used to spend all night up working, or gaming, and still would get up at seven in the morning to meet her at the cafe near her work.

So she started to cook breakfasts at his place instead, much to his surprise, and he'd ended up giving her a key. For the past four months Kate had come here before work to cook breakfast. A lot of the time she came back to cook dinner as well because his idea of dinner was wedges and the occasional vegetable microwaved in pre-packaged bags.