Anastasia lay in bed with her back against a hard bare chest. She lay there with her eyes open recalling the events of the previous night.
She had cried in Wolf's arms for what seemed like hours. Yet he did not complain he only soothed her and coaxed her to sleep.
As she lay there her heart filled with a strange sensation. It started to beat rapidly when she thought of how tightly he held her then and now.
She wondered why he was treating her like this because in the novel he was a tyrant who killed mercilessly he also only had eyes for Beatrice.
Beatrice doesn't appear for another year in the novel. Anastasia thought she could just live quietly. Yet at every turn he was there deluding her mind with his unpredictable nature.
"Does he perhaps have feelings for me?" Anastasia thought.
She thought of his original character compared to the man she knows now and they are similar but have many differences. It's not like she didn't notice he treated her differently but she didn't know what to make of it.
After last night she started to wonder if he had feelings for her. The way he looked at her, held her, and rocked her a friend wouldn't do that. He always searched for her and she realized that he listened to her amongst anyone.
Deep down Anastasia has always liked Wolf's character in the novel. She connected to his lonely childhood and nature. Of course, the villain aspect of him was considered bad but she didn't hate all villains in stories.
Anastasia feared Wolf sometimes because even though he was nice to her he didn't tolerate others. Anastasia started to think that maybe since she came to this world she could stop his cruel fate.
The man she has gotten to know isn't so bad she didn't want him to die.
"Do I have feelings for him?" She thought.
"No no no I must be crazy! I just want to help him live" she convinced herself.
"I will save the tyrant." She said low.
"Save who?" Wolf whispered into her ear causing her to jump in surprise.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." She said raising his heavy forearm from around her waist and sitting up on the edge of the bed. Her feet touched the ground but she couldn't find the strength to walk.
"Hmm." He said unbelievably.
"Husband I want to wash and eat," Anastasia said ringing the bell for Elena to come to assist her.
"Leave already!" Anastasia thought.
"We shall wash and eat together my wife." He smirked at her and for the first time, Anastasia felt nervous because of him for a completely different reason other than him threatening to kill someone.
"W-wash? T-together!?" She asked to make sure she'd heard it right.
"Correct my wife, so we won't need your maids." He said.
Just then Elena and the maids came in bowing respectfully. They were prepared to wash Anastasia but they weren't prepared for the King's next order.
"Prepare a bath and bring in breakfast after that your job is done." He said getting out of bed and stalking Anastasia who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
She watched as he made his way to her towards his rope was open showing his bare chest. That perfectly sculpted chest that she was just laying against.
"Snap out of it!" She shook her head back and forth. She couldn't believe she was having such thoughts about him.
Anastasia was too wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice how close Wolf had gotten.
He scooped her up bridal style she had no time to react. His height was huge jumping down was not an option she'd surely hurt something.
"W-what are you doing?" She questioned him.
"We are going to the bathroom." He said looking straight ahead without looking to see if Anastasia even agreed.
"Who said I wanted to bathe with you?" She asked with a bit of fire.
He shot her a look and it immediately made her shrink in his arms.
"Do you not want to?" He said pitifully.
Anastasia thought that his voice and eyes were not normal. His eyes looked like a puppy whose bone was snatched away. His voice was small and soft like a pitiful child.
"Oh my god, this man surely has multiple personalities." Anastasia thought as she slowly started to pity him. The way he stared at her with that drooping face she couldn't say no.
"O-of course." She said turning her head away and blushing up a storm.
"Why is he making me this way!" She cried.
When they entered the bathroom the tub was filled with water. Wolf sat Anastasia down on the sink. She was only in a thin white nightgown and the countertop chilled her.
She could feel her girls poking through the light fabric she immediately crossed her arms covering herself.
"Why are you hiding wife? I will see everything soon." He said untying his rob and letting it fall to the floor. Anastasia was shocked but she was relieved that he was stark naked.
Her relief was short-lived when he dropped his underwear kicking them to the side. He didn't even try to hide himself he was completely shameless.
Anastasia covered her eyes she couldn't dare to look up. After a few seconds, she heard the water moving indicating that he had gotten in the tub. She still sat on the counter unable to move she was shocked she had never seen a naked man before in real life.
"You can't stay there all day, come." He said instructing her to climb down.
Anastasia felt butterflies in her stomach when she peeked at him she saw that his long black hair was wet. It stuck to his chest until he pulled it back exposing his wet naked chest.
"What should I do? Should I just run?" She thought looking at the door.
"Are you trying to run away?" He questioned.
"N-no!" She lied.
"Then come here." He said splashing the water.
Anastasia got off the counter she slowly made her way in front of the tub. She couldn't find herself to strip she shook nervously.
"Ack!" She yelped.
Wolf grabbed Anastasia's wrist and pulled her into the water. He didn't intentionally want to scare her he just wanted to be close.
He pulled Anastasia close to him her dress was soaked and now everything was practically visible.
Her back was to him and she pulled her knees up to her chest. He brushed her hair between his fingers.
"Can I wash your hair?" He asked closely leaning in to speak into her ear.
"Y-yes thank you." Anastasia was feeling that she enjoyed her time with him now. No one had ever washed her hair before.
His fingers rubbed her scalp massaging it very gently. She was surprised that he could be so gentle considering his monstrous strength.
Her eyelids slowly became heavy and before she knew it she fell asleep on him. Wolf rinsed her hair and took in the beauty before him.
He looked at her face and studied her body he thought she truly was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Ever since she came into his life his heart was flustered nonstop.
He knew he was changing but he didn't care as long as he got to keep her.
"Don't try to run away my dear little wife if you ever do I'll have to chase you to the end of the world." He said kissing her forehead and raising her body out of the tub.
He wrapped a towel around her and took her back to his bedroom. Once he laid her down he called in Elena so she could change her out of dry clothes.
"Change and dry her she'll eat when she wakes up." He said as his maids made their way inside tending to him.
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Anastasia woke up from her nap feeling refreshed but the memory of the bathroom scene flashed through her mind.
"Ahhhhh why did I let him convince me to get it!" She cried as she rolled around on the bed biting her pillow.
She suddenly stopped and stared up at the ceiling she was thinking.
"How come it felt so.. natural and nice? The way he gently massaged my hair wasn't something a tyrant could do right? She thought.
Anastasia was seeing Wolf in a new light she was finally starting to see him as a man. Her heart fluttered when she recalled their moments together.
"If he was to confess would I accept his feeling?" She thought as she positioned herself in a fetal position.
"If I were to accept what about Beatrice? When she finally makes an experience will their relationship change? Will she get abandoned? She anxiously thought of these scenarios.
That's when she realized it... she had feelings for him.
She'd never been involved herself but in the amount of romance novels she's read she had a good clue of how their feelings were expressed. She knew the butterflies, fluttering hearts, and constant reminiscing on the time they spent together meant more than she had wanted to previously admit.
Yet knowing her true feelings she couldn't confidently say that she could confess or accept his confession. Her heart was confused she had never been in such a predicament should she follow her heart or her mind?
She was confused.