His beloved witch

Chapter 29: Her story – Part II

-Andre-

Blanche was looking at her trembling hands like in a trance without blinking. Her tears keep falling down her cheeks.

“I was too weak when my mother showed up with the police. I remember lying on my bed watching the long red wedding dress hanging in front of a big mirror before seeing her face. My wedding was the following night… During the blood moon.”

Her mother saved her then, right?

"It was too late at that point.”

Blanche cleaned her face with the back of her hands harshly, as if she did not deserve any gentleness.

My hands were itching to hold her, but she was even further away from me.

"What I remember the most was the pain, an intense pain… A voice asked me if I wanted the pain to stop… And I said yes. I asked the voice to take the pain away… I just wanted it to end…”

She was reliving the past, blaming herself for everything.

“I should have known what I was asking for. I should have known better." She wailed, drowning in guilt. “I should have left the first time that he…" Her voice broke into sobs.

"It was my fault, Andre. The ritual cost my mother's life in the end. My baby was lost long ago... And everything was my fault!”

Damian is the guilty one. I wanted to scream!

I tried to touch her, and again, she rejected me.

"I wanted my baby, Andre. I loved my baby…" Her tears were breaking my heart.

I could not stop myself. I pulled Blanche against my chest, despite her protests. 

She pushed me away, crying, and punched my chest several times with her fists. I did not care. She will have to hit harder to get rid of me because she was crying, and I could not let her go like this. Not now, not ever.

“My mother… my baby…” she mourned.

I did not realize, but I was crying with her, silently too, feeling her sorrow. She stopped fighting me. Her body relaxed against me, allowing me to comfort her.

"I am here, Blanche," I murmured in her ear. “You are with me now." I kissed the top of her head, her temple, and her cheek as I embraced her tightly.

I felt her fragile body so cold in my arms. I tried to pass her my warmth thru our bond until she could manage the past that shook her emotions.

When Blanche stopped crying. I understood better everything that she asked me to come here. She planned a way out, a door she could use if I turned out to be a monster like Damian, too.

Who could trust easily after what she had lived?

Blanche allowed me to clean her nose, and I felt like a bloody winner. She grabbed clean tissues from my hand to clean her tears and snot from my chest. Being shirtless would have made me notice before, but it did not. I chuckled, and she blushed with a soft smile.

She was calmer and accepted my embrace, burying her face in my shoulder.

I wished I could heal all those parts that still hurt her from the past, but all I could do was hug her. I am such a useless male! I am King. And I am her mate. Yet, there is nothing I can do to help her!

Stefan warned me that to be with a female like Blanche, I would have to be strong. I did not know what he meant then. Until now, it was all about me and what I felt. I am such an i***t!

Blanche sobered up from the past. She wanted to get it out of her system.

A maid tipped Blanche's mother on what was happening to her. And Miriam rescued Blanche from that place. The maid had heard Damian's mother how Charles wanted to visit his daughter and the problem it would be for them. Damn it! The family of that monster knew what he was doing to Blanche. They were Damian’s accomplices!

Charles did not visit Blanche in that house of terror. But it did not take him long to come here. Was he checking on Blanche this time? Damn it! I cannot even hate Charles properly now. He helped us save Blanche this time.

After the hell she lived, Blanche was depressed. Understandable, but it shocked me to my core to know she had suicidal thoughts. She agreed to see a therapist at her mother’s request and began her journey of healing.

Those years of working on herself, Blanche calls them, her gray years. She only trusted Miriam.

One day after a couple of those gray years. Miriam and Blanche were invited to a company party in Witchy Witch. Kassandra got involved again. f*****g Elias Bourdieu was Blanche's “puppy love”, and he courted her that day on.

I am glad she has her face on my shoulder without looking at me. Because I was gritting my teeth. I should not be jealous. It is the past; I repeated myself. But I could not help hugging her tighter against me. Mine, Blanche is mine now. I caressed her cheek with mine.

Even I had a “puppy love” when I was younger. It meant nothing! Damian and Elias are in the past.

Then she told me what Kassandra did.

Elias was pretending. Kassandra blackmailed him and his family to get him married to my Blanche. Some gambling issues led to losses in Witchy Witch, his family's business, and Kassandra used that against them.

Blanche confused his coldness with gentleness. It was a shadow of Elias, the one that kept her company and listened to her while he spent his time with another witch.

The f*****g warlock was in love with Solange Reyes, Blanche’s cousin. He cheated on Blanche. Was he blind?

"I guess it was not cheating."

“What? Do not defend him, please.”

“I am not! Engaged, yes, we were. Living together, yes… but we were not together, like together, together. It is only that… In my perspective, he was my fiancé and Solange was the b***h, but to her, I was the b***h who stole Elias from her. I just did not know. It was all Kassandra’s doing.”

Breathe, Andre, breathe.

His mistake, his blindness, my gain. Blanche is in my arms now because he let her go. I took in her heavenly scent. Mine, I gloated.

According to Blanche, Elias is not that bad. He could not keep the double life and came clean, eventually.

Blanche left him and moved out. Miriam Lebrun followed her, and they both lived away. She said she found peace as she finished her studies and even went to college. Blanche has a major in potions. "Do not underestimate a witch with a diploma!" She laughed.

I loved her laughs. She was more relaxed and got used to my body against hers. It was easier for her to open and tell me now.

Then Elias tracked her. That asshole. And he asked for a chance, a real one between them. The residual feelings made her believe him. But he failed her again. Elias broke up with her when she told him about the ritual and her "curse" of eternal youth. Apparently, that ritual is immoral because of the price paid. Elias left her before she could tell him everything. Again, asshole.

Blanche read in the magic media that Solange was engaged to Damian. She feared her cousin would suffer the same fate and tried to convince her about who Damian really was.

Solange did not believe her. So Blanche used the same method as Kassandra. Blackmailed Damian with a scandal. He canceled that engagement. Blanche succeeded at it. Where the hell was Charles then? Are warlocks all like him?

    “I was again the villain in Solange’s story. Villain, heroine… I was none. I was just a survivor, and I had the duty to lock Damian away by telling my story to save more witches, not just my stupid cousin."

Blanche reported the case with Miriam helping her. However, the police did not want to pay proper attention to the case; the Rousseau family was too famous, too respectful... It reminded me of the injustice my Lycans put up with because many noble houses think themselves superior to them.

“I gave an interview to the media. It brought to light the case. I protected my identity, but whoever knew me or Damian could have guessed it was me… At least it helped others to report and witness against him, too. Reporting is important to stop dark warlocks like Damian.”

Blanche had the newspaper with her interview under her arm when she went to visit Elias. She wanted to tell him her story, but she found him in bed with Solange. A cheater like him did not deserve her.

There were no tears in Blanche’s eyes for Elias's treason. Her tears were for her mother and her lost baby. She wanted a baby...

“A Court of witches and warlocks found Damian guilty, and not just about my case. He had killed before and after me. He was crazy… His family lost everything because they knew, and they covered it up.”

"Justice was served," I told her, caressing her cheek.

Silence.

We stared at each other in silence, in peace for a while.

Occasionally, Blanche would sigh, but the past was gone from her eyes and her mind.

Her silver-white hair was over her pillow while I stared at her amber eyes. I licked my lips when I wanted to lick hers.

“I have told you about Leon. So, now you know everything.”

I was looking at her lips when her next question surprised me.

"Do you want to leave me now?" Her guard is up. Even in my arms, she can pull herself away.

"No," I replied without space for any doubt. Instead, I looked at the spot on her neck where my mark will be.

Blanche sighed deeply.

"I am sorry for my outbreak from earlier… I even punched your chest."

My thumb caressed her soft, full lips, feeling aroused.

"I want you to show me everything of you, Blanche. "

I wished I could have tasted her tears.

No, it was more than a wish. Whether of sadness, happiness, joy, or anger, I wanted all and everything from her.

"Andre…"

I kissed her softly, interrupting her. She corresponded, lightly, timidly… still doubtful. I licked her lips as I wanted, tasting the remaining salt from her tears. And I wanted more.

I am a jerk, a horny jerk.

Even now, with her red nose, horsy voice, and swollen red eyes from crying... Blanche is the most beautiful and desirable female I have ever seen. Her lips are softer after crying, so inviting…

"I am cursed, the ritual… "

I leaned in and kissed her again; this time, I made the kiss last a little longer, enjoying her sweetness.

"Your mother did such a ritual to keep you alive. Am I right?"

Blanche nodded.

“Kassandra was there, too.” Yeah, it was something illegal. Of course, that female would be there.

Regardless, the intention was to keep Blanche alive. Any parent would do up to the impossible to save their children. The eternal youth thing must be a side effect or something like that… I do not care. I am grateful to Miriam Lebrun for what she did for Blanche. Her action gave me the chance to be with this amazing female now.

"I cannot give you a child, an heir to the throne, and I..."

Again, with the same excuse?

"I have already told you; I do not care about children. Please, believe me. I want to live with you; I want you. "

The Lycan inside of me wanted to give her the child she craved for. A new baby does not replace the lost one but, if possible, I would give her an entire team of softball if that would make her happy. So… maybe we could adopt? Would it be too early to mention it? I saved that for myself, for now. Mostly because I am not ready to be a father.

"I want to believe you, but… "

I kissed her, and Blanche gave in. She kissed me back, allowing me to enter her sweet mouth, to explore her. I wished we could get lost in each other, but I forced myself to be strong against my desires. There are things she should know about me, too.

"Before I saw you at Blue Wings, I had little to no interest in children or mates." I was panting with a raging heart, submitting the beast inside. "I just wanted to be a good King for my Lycans." She was finally listening to me. "Now, I want more... I want to be happy with you. I need you, Blanche Lebrun. I want to be a good mate for you. Give me a chance."

The bond throbbed like an electrical wire between us. I know she felt it, too.

"Your enemies can use my life and my past... everything I have ever done against you. Why can you not see it, young one?" She caressed my cheek softly. Damn, her eyes are so beautiful. And when Blanche looks at me like this… with this tenderness... I do not know what to do with myself.

Our hearts were beating at the same rhythm. Thump, thump… Thump, thump… Thump, thump…

When I found my mate in werewolf territory, Luna Queen Silvia said Blanche wanted to push me away, and by how she started her story, she truly was.

Was she afraid this would make me walk away, or did she want me to do that?

If I had just listened to that first statement with no context of her story, would I have walked away from Blanche as Elias or Leon did?

“No.”

The answer is no. I sighed this time, staring at my witch.

"I am honest. You can see it, can you not?” I pressed my forehead against hers, praying for her to believe me, wondering what I could do to prove to her my feelings. “I know Elias left, and Leon, too… but I am here, and I will be here for you. I will not leave you, but in return, you will not leave me, either. You are my soulmate. Accept this real. Accept me."

Blanche hugged my neck, pulled me close, and kissed me.

I was high in her kisses. Goodness! Kiss after kiss, her soft body ended up under me, and my d**k awoke. She felt it, opening her soft lips to moan softly under me.

I stared into her eyes as I kept grinding against her, thrusting against her dampened undies. She did not look away. She wanted this.

Blanche rolled and had me on my back with my hands over my head. She added cadency to the rhythm of her hips straddling me.

My pajama pants and her thin underwear were on the way for the better. We should not be doing this, but we needed physical contact. This kind of contact...

Fuck, this is so close to what I had dreamed!

Once her fever got down, I was tired, and I slept next to her. When I realized Blanche was mumbling my name in her dreams while rubbing her delicious ass against my hardness. I ran to the bathroom, but not even the cold shower helped me with my throbbing erection. I had to masturbate twice.

"I am not going anywhere," I said with a grin on my face. “I am here for the long run, Blanche. I can protect you."

She moaned louder in response. Her wetness, her smell, the way her hips encounter mine… Blanche was killing me.

"I can take care of myself, Lycan." She said, riding me with our clothes on. “I am strong now.” Her eyes shined.

 "I can protect you, instead." Her hands caressed my arms, my forearms, my shoulders, my abdomen before her soft fingers traced fire on my chest.

I wanted to touch her, too, but if I do it, I will not control myself. I kept my hands on her waist, my digits pressing against her soft skin.

“Yes…” I breathe out.

Blanche could ask me anything now. I would give her my Kingdom and not regret it one bit.

The friction was driving me crazy.

"My Queen, I…" I am begging her mercy now, with violent breathing, sweating while her sweat fell on my face.

Control! I must control myself!

Shit! I am getting close, so close! I need her to move faster. No, what I really want is to bury myself in her warmth... In that wetness that is calling me from within her.

Blanche must have read my mind or seen it in my face. She pleased me, rocking her hips faster, moaning louder, but I wanted more… No, Lycan! I told myself.

I was flying so high, engulfed by her aroused scent, rocking her body from below her. Her nails pierced my skin. Oh, Goddess, I loved the thrill!

Fuck!

I emptied myself against her underwear. With the grinding, my pajama pants were below my hips. I made a mess of us both.

Wait, did she?

Blanche came a couple of seconds after me.

"Andre..." She gasped with the last jerk of her hips. My name coming from her lips after her orgasm made me whole.

Blanche moved her hair out of the way to kiss me one last time before crumbling down next to me. A sweet, satisfied smile was painted on her face when I looked at her. It matched mine.

“Goddess…” Blanche meowed, stretching out like a cat.

“Goddess, indeed!" I said. We laid there together, catching up out breathing.