Chapter 26: Roses

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Are you scared now?" he asked, smirking. 

How could he talk about that shameless stuff so easily? He was even smirking. But dear lord, he was looking more handsome now. Why... why did he have to look handsome all the time that I could never take my eyes off him?

I shook my head and looked down on my lap. I was sure that my face was bright red. I did not want to look at him like that. He might get the wrong idea...

"Oh, is that so? Let me see your face then," he said and lifted my face with his finger under my chin. 

My hands felt numb. Even though I wanted to cover my face with my hands, I could not. It was like they would not listen to me, rather they were hypnotized by his words.

"Do you know what you look like right now?"

I shook my head again, as his gaze penetrated through me, making my blood run faster through my veins than usual. 

"You look like a blood-red rose, on a silk white blanket. Do you know what red roses mean?" he said, caressing my cheek with his rough thumb. 

"Love," I mumbled. 

"That's right. They represent love. What I don't understand is how can a flower represent something and why people care about their meaning so much," he said. 

"That's because people like to believe in something. They want to hold onto something no matter what. Even if it's something that's meaningless, they try to find a new meaning of it and hold onto it, embrace it. In my world, people send different flowers to their loved ones that carry messages. Sometimes, the messages are sad and sometimes they are happy, either way, this tradition has become a part of the everyday life in my world."

"Would you like to receive flowers too?" 

"I have received many roses once. They don't mean so much to me now."

"Did they mean so much to you back then?" he asked.

"Not so much, but they made me feel special," I replied. 

"Who was it?"

"I don't know. I never found out actually. It was one year ago, during spring perhaps. I used to work in a coffee shop, you know. When I went there one day, I found one blue rose with my nametag tied to it. It was strange, you know. I mean, I never talked too much to people there, and besides, who would want to send me a rose? It kept happening for one week. But the number of roses increased gradually. Like on the first day, there was one rose, the second day, there were two, and on the third day, there were three. The person kept sending those blue roses for one week."

"Then? Did the person send any roses again?" he asked. I was not used to getting all the attention of a person to myself and now that he was listening to my every word, I could help but feel a rose of hope bloom inside my heart. All I wanted was a happy life with at least one person, who would pay attention to me and listen to me, be with me. Was I expecting too much? 

"Yeah, I got roses again the next week. But this time, they were lavender roses. Just like the same way, the number of roses increased and the person kept sending me roses for a week. The next week, I got dark pink roses. And then, burgundy roses. After that, yellow roses with red tips... pink roses... rainbow roses. You know, the week I got the rainbow roses, I was feeling a bit down. I actually smiled a lot after I got them. For some reason, I could not stop grinning. Just like that, I got a lot more roses again and again. But suddenly, one week ago the person stopped sending me roses. I was kind of sad and depressed. I don't know who, but for some reason, I felt as if someone close to me left me. I asked all the staff in the coffee shop asking if they saw the person who left roses for me, but they said that they never saw anyone. But... the day when you went to our house, I got black roses that morning."

"Did the roses help you?"

"Yeah, a lot. They kept me strong. I know it's silly to think like that, but I could not help but feel a bit stronger every time I saw the roses in the morning."

"Do you like the person?"

"I don't even know the person. I don't even know if it's a man or woman. I have a hunch that it's a man, but still..."

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"If you could meet that person, what would you say to him?" he asked. It was a bit odd to hear such questions from him, but for some reason, I did not want to stay quiet. It was true that even if I stayed quiet, he would know the answer himself as he could read minds. But I wanted him to know the answer from my mouth. It felt like a better option than staying quiet. 

"I would like to thank that person for comforting me. Maybe he did not mean it, but still, it was a great help."

"How do you know it's a guy?"1 he asked.

I gasped. He was right- how did I know it was a guy? It was true that I had a hunch, yet I could not go around and call that person 'he'. Did Demetrius mind? We were getting married today and I was talking about another guy like this... It was not something to be angry about, but I did not know yet what would make him angry. What if he was angry about this?

"I just guessed. You know there is nothing else about that person. I mean, I never met that person, so there's nothing between us," I said hastily.

"Did I say there's something between you two?"

"No... No, you didn't. I'm sorry if I was being awkward."

He scratched the back of his head and sighed, as if in frustration. "Just a little longer. I have to wait a bit longer."1

"What? For what?"

"For you," he murmured and smirked. 

"For me? But I'm here, ain't I?"

"You're here, but can I feel you? I can't. It's not like I don't want to. I want to touch you more than anything else."

I raised my hand to him, in front of his face. "Here, my hand. You can touch my hand."1

He chuckled and kissed the back of my hand, his thumb brushing on my skin. "Not just your hand, my bride. I want to touch you everywhere, every single place of your body. I don't care about marriage, you know. I mean, we can get married later too. It's not like I would leave you. But in case, you wouldn't want that, I wanted to marry before doing anything. But I did not want to waste any time. So, I decided to marry you as soon as you turn eighteen. It might feel rushed, but trust me, holding myself back for too long is way too hard for me and now I feel like...ugh... it's like I'm dying."

Did he mean that he wanted to have sex with me as soon as possible? Could someone be this much crazy about this? He could have any woman he wanted, then why was he being like this to have me?

I was getting a very bad feeling about everything. He was being mysterious while at the same time, he was kind of flirting, no, it was more like he was sure that everything would go as he wanted. Honestly saying, even I could not see how everything would not go in his way. 

"I better go now. It's dangerous for me to stay here.1 You can take a nap if you want to. The wedding ceremony will be held tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yes, tonight. It won't take too long, and then there will be a feast. After that, I can relax in my own way," he said. 

"Relax in your own way? I want to relax too then. I'm sure I'll be tired after seeing so many people."

"Don't worry, you'll relax with me as well. I can't relax alone anyway, especially my way of relaxation needs you. You better not think about anything now. Just take a nap or rest," he said, laughing slightly. 

After he left the room, I could not help but be nervous. Everything was moving too fast. I could not even blink a single time before my life turned upside down. The pace needed to slow down. I had just turned eighteen a few hours ago and now I was going to marry. And also the person I was going to marry was not a human, but a werewolf and not just a werewolf, rather a werewolf king- the Alpha. 

'Just kill me, dear lord.'

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