The Cursed King

Six

*howl*

I woke up with a start. A howl pierced through the air again. It was heart-wrenching to listen to and filled with sadness. I got up from the bed and walked to the edge of the balcony.

There he was, standing under the moon, surrounded with Mene flowers that has lost all their shine. His silhouette looked so lonely.

I couldn't see clearly due to the darkness.

The only source of light in this place was from the moon which looks like it is within arm's length. It is closer than the last time I saw it and strangely, its glow has faded, emitting a dim glimmer.

His howl once again pierced the silence around us. This time, I decided to check up on him. As I neared him, I realized it wasn't him. In his place, there was a human.

I stopped dead in my tracks when he howled again. It felt wrong to step up to him. It is something that he has to go through to heal. I can feel it in me.

It was weird how he transformed into a human. Not that I have a complaint regarding it. Just like how the beast didn't bother me, this human before me doesn't bother me either.

If anything, I feel so relaxed around him. It was as if he was the emotional support I needed all along.

I maintained the distance between us and sat down, patiently waiting for him to let everything out.

He was looking at the moon as he howled. As if he was talking to his mother. The moon flickered every time he howled as if it was trying to say "I'm here."

For hours, I heard him howl, felt his pain, and felt my presence soothe him. By the time he was done, the flowers around us had bloomed once again. While the moon was glowing brightly, just like the time I fell on this place.

Mr. Wolf finally turned around, his eyes meeting mine. While his face was expressing his gratitude for staying with him, my jaw was on the floor.

Gorgeous! Splendid! Elegant! Magnificent!

Every damn word in the dictionary failed to describe his beauty.

No words could ever describe what I was seeing before me. He is like a goddamn art created by Gods.

He has long hair. I'm not kidding when I say long. He has mid-length, ash-blonde hair. They look so soft!

My eyes then traveled to his face. He has that killer jaw, high, straight nose, kissable lips, high cheekbones, and his eyes - they were Hazel but with a greenish-blue tint to them. Oh, and don't forget the tan. My man is tanned perfectly.

I swear he is the epitome of perfection. If I was an artist, I'd forget about Greek Gods, and sculpt this man.

Did I mention that he looks so young?

Who would ever tell this man is thousands of years old? He doesn't look thousands of years old. Age-wise, he looks to be in his mid-thirties but quite not. Like mid-thirty guys to whom the age did the justice. He has that kind of look.

He is one fine specimen, I tell you!

Humans can't be compared to this ethereal beauty. He was flawless. I can't pinpoint a single fault in his beauty.

My eyes then shifted down his neck, to his hard chest, to his delicious-looking abs, to his - third leg.

My eyes widened to the max as I looked at the "thing" between his legs. It's a freaking third leg! No one can convince me otherwise.

Manhoods are not that size, I can tell you that. I've seen many big ones during my one-night stands but nothing comes as close as this one.

There can not be any comparison between them. This is a damn baseball while they were cucumbers.

Look away, Aelia, I told myself. Somehow, I got the courage to look away. Maybe because my mind has captured the beauty of his c**k and I can picture it whenever I want to?

Mr. Wolf (or should I start calling him Mr. Baseball) plopped down beside me. How can he so casually plop down beside me while being butt naked? Especially when he is so painfully gorgeous?

Sitting beside a gorgeous male is not an easy task. My heart was beating like crazy, while my mind was now racing with dirty thoughts.

No impure thoughts, Aelia, I reminded myself that he is an innocent animal. I can't have unholy thoughts about him.

Anyone but him.

I'm grateful to him for not killing me. I know I shouldn't be grateful to him for that reason but I am. No one can understand what I was feeling at that moment. It was the most traumatic incident for me. I was sure I'm going to die but I ended up here in this strange place, which was even scarier than death.

He not only let me live but his presence itself is soothing to me. He made me forget about everything. And that's why I'm grateful to him. I'm grateful because he is being so good to me, even though I trespassed his territory.

It's weird how much he affects me while I have long ago numbed my feelings towards humans.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"You're asking as if you can't hear them," I joked.

"I can't hear it," he said. His face was dead serious.

"But you said you could hear everything I think back then," I reminded him of the words he had said to me just a few hours ago.

"Yes, I did. But right now I can't hear them," he said.

"Really? What changed?" I asked him, to which he shrugged.

Is it because I didn't want him to hear my thoughts at that moment? That was the only explanation. Right before I started thinking, I was hoping he wouldn't hear my thoughts.

"I think I know why that's happening. Let's test my theory, shall we?" I said to him, "I'll think about something and you tell me what you heard, okay?

Mr. Wolf agreed with my suggestion.

I think Mr. Wolf is cool, I thought to myself, hoping he'd hear it.

"You think that I'm cool," he said.

"Okay, let's try it one more time," I suggested.

I want to go back to my world. But my heart is urging me to stay with Mr. Wolf. I don't want to leave him alone, I thought.

I looked at him and waited for him to say he can't hear my thoughts. But when I looked at him, my smile vanished.

Did he hear it?

"I can't hear it," Mr. Wolf said.

Then why are you making that face? I wanted to ask him that.

"I don't need to hear your thoughts. Your expression says it all," he commented.

"Don't stay here. This place is cursed. Just like others, you'll perish too," he said, looking at me, "don't attach yourself to me. I can only destroy you."

I didn't like the words he was uttering. They were making me angry. It was strange how I lost my cool about something that is benefitting for me.

"Why are you deciding for me? If I want to stay here, I will stay here. You can't make that decision for me," I hissed, getting up.

Mr. Wolf stood up too.

"I don't mean to offend you but you can't stay here," he said.

"You… don't talk to me," I screamed at him, turned on my heels, and ran back to the place we cleaned for me.

When my anger diminished, I realized how childish I sounded back then. He is right. I can't stay here forever. One day, I'll have to leave.

Why did I act on impulse? Why do I keep acting on impulse?

I'm not a person who is incapable of making rational decisions. Why is it that I'm always doing things I normally don't when it comes to him?

What is it about him that makes me want to depend on him?

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