King of Death

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Promises were sacred.

They made our bond stronger.

Maybe they were our Holy Grail.

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Christian never kept his promises, that's why when my mate did I was astonished. Armand was a man of his word. He never told me he'll do something and did it the other way. He had a lot of secrets he wasn't ready to share, I was aware of that, but he was sincere every time he spoke to me.

His soft side was something I grew to love. The way he was always calm, the way his tender touches made me feel special, his care for my sanity, safety and happiness. Those were the things I fell in love with.

I couldn't help but wonder if I would still have feelings for him after I'll see the worst in him. His terrifying growls, his screams, his angry side, his thirst for blood, death, souls. And last but not least, how his beast looked like. Legends talked about the biggest creature Earth has ever seen, but those were only legends. I was curious about his true nature and his true form. Frightened, but curious. Childeric taking over his human was something I got used to and even desired from time to time. Armand's wolf was not keeping things away from me and he would always answer my questions, even if it hurt. Even if it was going to be painful, even if the truth was going to make me cry, he would always tell me the truth. Because he was going to be there for me. To calm me down, to take the pain away, to wipe away the tears and hold me tight into his arms.

He knew he could ease the sorrow since the first time we met. He took all of my worries away the moment he wrapped his arms around me.

All of this because of the power of our bond. Werewolves, like vampires, were hardly feeling any emotions. They got their mental illness after hurtful interactions with mates, family and sometimes even close friends. And that was all. It was hard to make their emotions come to the surface. It was almost impossible to make them feel pity, even for their own kind.

Humans were barely able to create bonds with their kind. Friendship or love between humans and werewolves, or vampires, were something almost unreal. But it could happen.

Right words, emotional support, care. The only things the monsters needed to be tamed.

"Are you feeling good, love?" What he said was the purest form of care. After what happened to him, to his people, he still cared about my well being. I nodded my head in response. Like a child hugging a bear twice the size, I wrapped my hands around his neck even tighter. The bond allowed me to feel his emotions and he didn't try to hide them away from me. He was calm. He never got restless, he didn't swear, he wasn't startled. He was acting like he was expecting something like this to happen.

"You heard their screams, didn't you?" He nodded his head. He was relaxed, almost relieved by his brother doing.

"Why didn't you save them?" I knew the King of Death wasn't going to be affected by his men's death, but I was expecting to see his rage. His men got killed. The army he build for our Kingdom's protection was incomplete now.

"I wasn't going to risk your safety."

He came to bed as soon as his brother left and I woke up when I felt his warm body against mine. I turned to face him and kissed his lips, his jaw, his chest. After that, we sat in silence. He held me close to him, kissing my skin from time to time as he always did. He watched me sleep while he heard his men being murdered. He heard them crying in pain, he heard their howls, their hisses, their screams, but he didn't move an inch to save them.