My Lady Chef

Chapter 84: In my Arms - Part 1

Ezran's POV:

I witnessed it.

The moment the sun rose through the dawn sky and its light shined over my bedroom, I saw my wife's

mirage vanish.

The raven-haired beauty with brown eyes melted away to reveal my wife's pale blond hair and milky

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I still cannot believe how attracted I was to her even when she was in disguise. It was as if her "mirage"

was also the real her.

Maybe..it was because I can still feel her familiar presence despite her changed appearance. It is one

of the powers of a dragonkin.

The ability to feel a person's soul and presence.

No matter what the camouflage or veil.

I have already constructed an excuse for "Elena's sudden departure" and my "wife's sudden

appearance" so that no one will question how she got here.

As I tucked her securely against me, she mumbled incoherently and smiled in her sleep as she

snuggled against my chest. A small dimple formed on her right cheek as I touched an errant lock of hair

resting on one breast.

Again...I feel weird. The was my heart was beating and how I can not take my eyes off her sleeping

face or the way she cuddled against me.

"I have been with many females....but none were as beautiful and tempting as you," I whispered.

"When..when did you become so impossible for me to ignore..."

And yet I knew the answer.

Months have passed since I realized that I love my wife. Seeing her after so long only strengthened

that resolve and I fear that she may be used against me.

The world of nobles has always demanded perfection in both appearance, prestige, and reputation but

as someone who has never gotten along with humans, I am an exception to the rule.

But for the first time in my life. I have no intention of giving this woman up.

For as long as I have the power and money, no noble would dare to cross me or their whole bloodline

will die by my hands.

I do not care about adhering to the rules as long as I have Alaina's attention and earn her love. She

said she would wait for me to confess properly and I plan on doing so when the time is right.

Until I remembered that she saw the "form" I have been ashamed of for so long.

As I pulled her close, her eyes fluttered awake and I could not resist the urge to press a kiss on her

brow. Like a flower seeking the warm rays of the first sunlight, she smiled and nuzzled my chin.

I was afraid to say it but I cannot seem to muster a lie and let it fester.

"WIfe? Are you awake?" I asked.

"Mmhmm.." she nodded and looked up with a dreamy smile.

Her vulnerable sweetness only melted my usual reserved nature as I smiled and wished we could just

stay in bed but I cannot let her distract me.

"Do you remember the form I took when I saved you from those wereboars?"

She looked confused for a moment before nodding.

"Were you...repulsed by it?" I almost choked on the last words but my voice made her straighten up.

"What? I cannot say for sure. Let me see it again."

My mother avoided my gaze for a week before she was able to talk normally to me when she saw my

half draconic form so I was hesitating. My wife noticed this and promised that she won't pass out so I

finally showed her my half form.

My bones cracked as the change gave me curved horns growing from behind my ears which has

lengthened and became tapered, my hands are tipped with black sharp claws, and my hair lengthened

brushing past my shoulders. Dragon markings marred my face and my pale flesh which concentrate

mostly on both my upper arm, spine, and legs. A red-tail with gleaming crimson scales also appeared.

My pupils narrowed into slits and I felt my fangs appear to replace my canines...

Completing my fierce-looking draconic form that resembles a demon from hell.

This was the reason why I am called the Duke of Tartarus, especially when I fight in this form during

war campaigns.

"Oh..my..." She covered her mouth and trembled.

Despair coursed through me as I tried to change back without looking too closely at how disgusted her

expression may be at me.

when she grabbed my hand.

"Wife?" I lifted my gaze and saw that she came closer to me and there was no hint of fear in her eyes

as she reached out to stroke one of my black horns, her touch soon wandered around my face

markings and then my fangs.

The stimulus was too much. When she straddled me to feel my tail; I was forced to grab her shoulders.

"Ely! Stop. I am much more....sensitive when I am in this form." I panted, feeling dazed and perplexed

at her reaction.

I imagined her being disgusted or afraid of my form but instead...

I did not expect her curiosity.

Then, she smiled and wiggled out of my hold only to press against me.

And rub my nose.

The simple touch made my cock stiffen even more and my whole body tingle.

"Is this why you look afraid? That I would turn away from you?" She looked at me gently but I was still

hesitant. " I have been around magical creatures since I was old enough to perceive them. My dear

husband, I am not afraid of you or your other form."

Her words made me hug her.

" Thank you...Ely." Her words somehow melted my fears just like that as I turned back to my human

form and we continued to hug.

"You're welcome. Hm?" She looked down. "Well, unless you want to poke me with this? I don't mind."

I looked down at my erection which was nestled against her ass and I chuckled while pushing her down

gently.

"I'll give you a good kind of poking.." I growled as I kissed her and she responded sweetly to my touch.

So it was like that.

My wife was not some spoiled or sheltered young miss. She was someone with an unusual upbringing.

A child born of a human father and a fey mother.

A woman who must have seen magical beings like beastmen, elves, and fey up close as a young girl.

As my fears of being rejected vanished as she made love with me. I felt the morbid terror of the past

lessening with every minute I spent in her willing arms.

Alaina may not know just how powerful her words are but all the same, I am glad she said the words I

have wanted to hear.

That...I am not a monster.

That I...was worthy of being loved. No, what form I take.