The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Dion's Perspective)

Last night was a lot of work. I woke up feeling tired. Then I had swordsmanship lesson with Father. Bree learned with Father as well at the same time. She was good. A natural.

After that, Bree wanted to hunt with Father. Father did not hunt. He said Mum hated it.

"I don't see anything wrong with it," Bree said.

"Your mother doesn't like it," Father said. "Besides, I think she has got a point. Why kill animals for no reason?"

At that moment, I remembered how devastated Mum was when her cat Sapphire died. Sapphire died when she was eleven. She had a good life.

"I had her during a hard time," Mum said. "She meant a lot to me. She got me through one of the hardest period of my life."

Yes, I knew what Mum had been talking about. Demian and Bree did not know, but I did. Before me, Mum had been pregnant once. She had a miscarriage. In fact, two people made that miscarriage happen.

It was normal to wonder how I knew such things when my parents did not tell me about them.

Well, there were things I kept hidden from my family. Even my Mum, who I felt the deepest bond with.

It was not true that none of us inherited our father's unusual ability. Because I did. I could read minds.

Mum could easily hide her thoughts using her black mana. However, she never did. She usually wore a necklace that Father had given her a long time ago which made it impossible for me or Father to read her mind. But she did not wear it all the time now, like before. Sometimes, she wore a different necklace that Father gifted her or no necklace at all. Those times, I could read her thoughts.

My mother was the type of person to think about her past a lot. In fact, I had never met someone who thought about their past as much as she did. So, it was easier for me to know everything there was to her past.

I knew my mother's family abused her physically and mentally. I knew she had two half brothers in the other world where she came from. Draven and Maxen (Max). I knew Draven and his father beat Mum every day. That they wanted to force her to be a prostitute. I also knew that Father bought Mum and brought her here.

He emotionally manipulated her into marrying him and I could never forgive him for that.

I still did not know why I did not want anyone to know about my ability. Was it to be sneaky? Perhaps. I was not the sneaky type usually.@@novelbin@@

Mum had been sick for a whole week after Sapphire died. She cried all day and night and was depressed. Father had acted like a madman the whole time. He stayed by Mum's side and then told all of us to never have a pet.

"See what happens? You get one, then your mother loves it and when something happens to it, she will have a hard time," he had told us.

I was not too keen on having pets. I preferred plants. Demian did not have time for pets. A pet would demand attention and Demian could not give it that since he spent most of his time sleeping or studying. Bree did not even love animals that much.

Bree huffed angrily. "I don't know why you do everything for Mum, but never do as I say," she said angrily to Father.

I sighed. "Come on, Bree. Don't be like that. Do something else. We don't hunt in this family."

"You all do as Mum wants you to!"

Father glared at her. "You behave like that one more time, I will make sure you can never return to the palace," he said. He did not raise his voice. But he did not need to. He had made his point anyway.

Bree stalked off. Father never let anything slide when it came to Mum. Once Demian told Mum that she was being too much and Father slapped him. That was five years ago.

"She is too young," I said. "She is at the age when you want everything to revolve around you."

"That's being a brat and you should warn your sister," Father said.

"I will."

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Father was a lot of things. A great king. A legendary warrior. A cunning man. A loyal and devoted husband.

But he was not a good father.

He had no idea how to be a father in the first place. When we were very little, it was easier for him since we could not talk or do anything but cry. He could just clean us and rock us on his shoulder until we stopped crying. Then we grew up and started to talk. Father started to not care about us after that. Or perhaps, even before that, he stopped caring.

Or, he never cared about any of us in the first place. Even if he did, it was only because of Mum.

I could not read Father's thoughts. I tried to, but it was not possible. He and I had the same ability. None of us could read the other's mind.

You might think Father would know that I had the same ability as his since he could not read my mind. Perhaps he did. Perhaps he did not. It was possible that he thought I had black mana in me and could block my thoughts, like Demian could. And he always did. He did not want Father to read his thoughts.

Bree could not hide her thoughts. She also had black mana like us. But it was less than Demian and a little more than me.

To be honest, I did not even need to read Bree's mind to know what she was thinking. She was very open about her thoughts.

That was why, even without reading her thoughts, I knew she would go to meet Melissa in the cell.