3 Lycan husband

While still in bed, Winston held my hand tightly. He kneeled on the side of the bed, and he gently touched his forehead with my hand. I could feel his slight trembling, as if he looked really relieved that I had regained consciousness.

He is my love, right?

Why is he acting like this?

I slowly regained my vision, and finally I could clearly see the most handsome man I've known.

But a beard?

My darling grows a beard!

Wait, is growing a beard part of Lycan's ability?

He has a bushy beard that looks fluffy like his fur when he is in his wolf form!

Aside from his soft gazes and gentle gestures, the facial hair that makes him more manly caused me to feel more bemused.

Am I being thrown into some sort of alternate universe?

Is this person really my love? My Winston?

Yes, my heart raced from the warmth I could feel from the hand that was holding me, but I couldn't help but ask, "Why are you speaking so dearly to me?"

His golden brown eyes, which I last remembered were cold and distant, looked at me with concern.

What's with the odd gentleness?

Where are the eyes that could kill me at any moment?

But this is not bad either.

His unfathomable, golden brown eyes contrasted exceptionally with his light toned face and manly, bushy beard. His eyes were so deep and expressive that you could get lost if you stared long enough.

If before I could die with his cold and piercing gazes, now I feel like I am being drugged. I feel the ecstasy of his gentleness and addictive touch of warmth.

"What?" I asked again, since he didn't respond to my question. He just looked at me with trembling eyes, and he bit his lower lip after opening and closing his mouth without letting out any words from it.

What is he hesitating about?

What happened after I collapsed?

Wasn't he the one who violated my body?

Did I miss something?

I was musing on my current situation while staring at Winston's somewhat different face, but suddenly someone tugged on my clothes, which successfully got my attention.

"Mama, are you still sick?"

I frowned as this little kid that looked like a four-year-old kid kept bothering me since a while ago. The kid is a Healer. He can't call me "mama" in front of Winston, or else he will misunderstand that I had a child from somewhere else. There is no other man I will sleep with! Only with Winston!

"Ah, my wife, this is our child. I named him William."

Winston introduced the child. He picked him up and let the child hold my left hand, too.

Everything he does and says confuses me.

First, he acts gentle and concerned; next, he calls me wife; and lastly, suddenly, we have a child?

How can we even have a child if we only did it recently?

My belly is flat as usual!

How does he think Healer's pregnancy happens? Is he part of the 10% of the world's population who is clueless about sex education?

My Winston, it's cute, but we can't have a child this instant!

"Mama!"

I reflexively moved away from the child, which caused him to ask, "Mama doesn't like William?" The kid is also quite cute, but sorry, little William, I am not your mother.

Winston noticed I was uncomfortable around the child, so he picked him up again and patted him, comforting the child while gently saying, "Mama is still sick. She will like you."

I clasped my chest because of the adorable side Winston showed me. I hope he could take care of my child like that—such husband material!

Meanwhile, the people who are also present in the room that I almost forgot existed come rushing to me to check what's wrong with me because I was clasping my chest.

Fools! This is just how much Winston's attractiveness affects my heart; it can't help but beat so fast just watching him!

Maybe I almost died while we mated because of how overpowering his body is. Although I didn't fully enjoy his body that night because of our environment and set up, I am still blessed to have received his greatness.

I still don't know why you call me wife, but please, we can now do what my real bed fantasies are! Now that I am clean and looking beautiful again, you can violate my body again! You can fall for me too!

"She just regained her consciousness; let her recover first," an old man in a white robe said. Maybe he's a Lycan doctor. Anyway, is he telling Winston to leave?

No! What if he comes back after a long time? I haven't cleared my name yet!

I stretched my arms up and yelled, "Don't leave!"

Winston passed the child to the doctor and gently said, "Everyone leave; I'll take care of my wife."

He then patted William's head before everyone left me and Winston alone in the room.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

I pulled every wire and tube connected to me because it was annoying me, and Winston tried to stop me, but I already pulled everything. He looked troubled, hesitating whether he should leave me and call back the doctor or stay with me.

I sat up and looked at him seriously.

I inquired, "Please tell me what's going on,"

Only Winston could tell me what really happened and why he was acting strangely.

"You can't remember?"

"I do. But why are you calling me your wife? Why are you talking to me gently? Who is that child calling me mama?"

Winston held both my hands, and I could feel his cold hands trembling. I hope he stops this confusing behavior and explains everything to me now. How long did I lose consciousness because everything seemed strange?

But instead of an explanation, I heard him apologize.

"I'm sorry."

I keep my silence as I wait for him to complete his statement. I can't keep myself from being confused all the time.

"I'm sorry for all the vicious things I did to you three years ago."

My eyes instantly grow wider as I repeat his words.

"T-three years ago?"

"Yes, it's been three years. I'm sorry."

"No! Stop apologizing! Tell me what happened!" I exclaimed. Due to my shock, I even dared to touch his cheeks, pressing my palms on his soft and bushy beard.

Winston didn't move my hands off him; instead, he moved my right hand, and his lips gently touched my palm. I flinched, and I felt electrified by the touch of his lips.

This is one part I didn't enjoy when he violated my body. That time, he just literally inserted his into mine and pounded me. He didn't caress or kiss me. He just put his thing with the goal of simply erasing my powers. I can't even consider that sex. I feel like what he did was like injecting his fluid into me, and it's done. 

If, by chance, we can mate again, I hope he can show me what real sex is. There is a reason sex is called making love; I want to feel his love in bed.

I was lost in my own reverie again. I shook my head to wake up and looked at him sternly, hoping he would tell me what really had happened. There is no way he will suddenly become soft toward me after falling into a deep slumber. I am not the sleeping beauty!

"I made a mistake. I hurt you and forced you to mate."

I rolled my eyes internally, as I never wanted to consider what had happened as our mating.

"Did you find out that I was not lying to you?"

"Yes, because of what I did, you lost your power.”

“O-okay?”

I hesitated whether to correct him or not, but for now I need to know more about my situation before I can tell him I never lost my powers.

“William is really our child; he is two years old now," he continued.

"He's two? He looks four."

"He is healthy and was born between Lycan and Healer, so his body is a bit different."

"Ah, really?"

I clenched my hands and trembled in excitement. I bit my lower lip to hide the smile on my face. No wonder William looks so adorable; he has Winston's genes!

I am no longer frustrated about our blunt sex; at least it has beautiful fruit!

Meanwhile, Winston thought I was shaking in fury and disgust at what had happened, so he sat on the bed and massaged my hands as he said, "He is a good child. Don't hate him."

"No, I-."

I was about to tell him that I was actually glad about it, but his lips suddenly touched mine. I instantly froze, and all I could do was watch his lips draw a gentle smile after giving me a peck. He didn't move away from me and talked too close to my face. I could even feel his breath!

What's going on?

His eyes were looking at me intimately, which caused my mind to be more chaotic and my heart to hammer into my chest.

He wrapped his arms around me as he whispered, "Don't hate me, too. I am your husband."