Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
***CEREBUS***
"You cannot marry her, Cerebus!"
Esme's voice roared to the Castle's garden after I told her that I will marry Blaire.
"I cannot see some reasons why not, Esme?" I huff.
She stood near me, face to face with a roaring rage in her eyes. "--She's a Salem Witch, Cerebus! You know what are their kinds and don't act stupid because you just know how that--" she pointed at my d**k, "--stupid thing works for her!"
"What?" I snapped, "--you didn't even know anything about her and me?"
She crosses her hands pn her chest "I do know, Cerebus! I do know that you prigged that w***e on the day of my wedding in our place, Cerebus? In our damn place!" She was breathless when she's finished.
"How did you even know that?" That's all I could asked of her.
"You didn't even need to know!" She cannot even look at me, I know Esme damn well for me to know that she's up to something.
"Have you been having me followed?" I asked.
She looks at me with pain in her eyes, "--I thought you love me, Cerebus? But in all the places you coulf have done that, you did that on our spot?"
I close my eyes, "Esme, you are now married. You are now the woman of my bestfriend."
She stopped "But you know what my stand is, Cerebus."
I still love Esme, I really do.
But I love Gwynedd too. And having this kind of conversation with his wife felt unneccessary for me.
I sighed "Let's stop doing this, Esme."
"Doing what?"
"You cannot just talk to me like this ever again,"
"Like what?" She snaps.
"Like you are not a married woman at all?" I looked at her like she's being silly and stupid for not knowing the obvious. "--Esme, you are my friend, my bestfriend and all. And I still want to be able to see you whenever I wanted to. To talk to you when I need you. I still wanted to protect you."
She looks down and starts fidgetting her hands, she always know I am right. "--but if ever Gwynedd figured out about this, about us, he will stop both of us right here, right now."
She looks up at me. "Don't marry her, Cerebus."
I sighed in defeat and hold her tiny soft hands, "--I am imprinted on her, Esme."
She took a step away from me and looks at me in disbelief. "What?"
"I wished I could have told you that--"
"All this time, Cerebus? You are not even imprinted on me?" She asked in disbelief.
"I wished it was so easy to tell you, Esme. I wished--"
"What are my dear wife and best friend talking about so seriously?" It's Gwynedd, stopped us and walking towards us smiling.
But the moment he was near us, Esme took off "I need to go." Then left.
Gwynedd was stunned and curious. "What is that all about, Mate?"
"I told her that I am going to marry Blaire."
He cringes "Marry, huh?"
""Don't tell me you're against Blaire too?"
He sighed and put his hands on his waist "So, that is why Esmeralda's furious?"
I nodded and took a deep breath "Yeah."
"Matey, you know what Blaire is, right?"
"I know damn well what her bloodline is, Gwyn. She promised me to cut all ties to her family in Salem."
"Salem Witches are our one of our kingdom's enemy. Along with The Wargs." He states the fact.
"I am imprinted on her, Gwyn."
He stopped, "What does Uncle Lycaon says about this?"
"Just like what you and Esme told me."
"And Aunt Magdalene?"
"She doesn't even know what to say when she was the one who even told me what imprinting is--" I sighed, "--they know the rule. Once an Werewolf got imprinted, it shouldn't be stop."
Gwynedd nods and I see that he understand and gets my point like he always did. "--will talk about this to King Apollo to sort this out. I got ya, brother!" He pats me.
I patted his back too, "I know you will."
"But are you really sure that it is imprinting? You only known her for what?" He put his finger on his head, like thinking. "--three months ago?"
"I know what imprinting is, Gwyn. Trust me with this."
He took a deep breath and smile wide at me "Well, then. It settled."
I put my forehead to his, like I always used to "Thanks, brother."
"Does Esmeralda says something to you? Like anything?" He asked like he was excited.
"Like what?"
He sighed "I guess she's too busy to get mad at you to even tell you the great news!"
"What?"
"You are going to be an uncle--"
My world stops, my breathing hitch, my chest burns.
"Esmeralda's pregnant with our child."
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