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The Werewolf King's Bride

Warning: Mature Content Trigger Warning: Abuse, Trauma, Psychological *It's full of red flags. Don't tell me I didn't warn you all. Blue Learley, a seventeen-year-old girl, lived in a small town with her parents and two brothers. Everything was going as usual until that fateful night when her life changed forever. Demetrius Easton, the merciless werewolf king, got his eyes on her and wanted her as his bride. When her own parents sold her to him, she had no way of escaping him and no one to turn to for help. *** “I don’t want to stay away for too long. Sometimes I fear the bird might fly away.” “The bird doesn’t have a home. The outside world is dangerous for it. And besides, the bird has already found its freedom inside,” I said. “The bird won’t fly away.” ‘So you don’t have to cut its wings since it did not grow them in the first place. It’s okay. The bird likes the cage anyway.’ *** Support my other works: *Silence*- It is a crime-filled thriller novel with a blooming romance between two teenagers. It is about love, friendship and betrayal. Trust me, the twists will keep you on edge. The Mask Of The Monster where you can read the love blooming between a human girl and a terrifying-looking monster The cover is not mine. Source: Devianart

Proteety_Promi · Fantasy
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618 Chs

Annoyed At Everything

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

I had no idea why Blue was so happy to be able to come here. She had at least one meal with Evan and sometimes with his fiancée every single day and she looked too fucking happy even though I just wanted to go home. Even Dion now got familiar to this place and did not cry anymore. 

I was straight up annoyed with everything. I never liked to go away from home that much. Blue was the same, but this place was an exception. Must be because she became too great of a friend with that damn King of Trouvaille. 

So, when the day of the banquet finally arrived, I was really happy. It meant we were free to leave as soon as possible after the banquet. 

"Just look at your son. He is smiling and clearly happy. And he looks like you. Why are you so different? Why are you so cranky?" Evelyn grumbled.