#Chapter 62 Fate Party

As we lay in bed, I let my mind wander for a moment. Never did I believe I would be in bed, naked with a werewolf king, let alone being married to a man that would kill and die for me truthfully. In this moment of peace and glory of my orb, my heart beats powerfully in my chest. I have gone from maid to married in no time.

I do love King Harvey.

I understand him wanting to protect me.

Cradling my husband’s sleeping head to my bare chest and seeing the soft silver glares of his scars from war, my heart sinks to the soles of my feet.

“I am sorry you went to war, King Harvey. I am sorry I fought you. You must be so scared. It is hard to picture a man like you as scared…”

King Harvey looks up at me and smiles, his fangs poke my chest. “I am thankful you understand. And allowed me to keep you up an extra hour. Rest. I must teach you werewolf history tomorrow in preparation for the party.”

It takes no convincing. I fall asleep as soon as my eyes close.

King Harvey wakes us up early a