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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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619 Chs

Butterflies

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Nah, I did it because I had so much work to do, not because I want a day off," Flint said. 

"Oh?"

It would be wrong if I said I was not surprised. I was actually taken aback greatly because Flint was not the type of person to care about work too much if it was not for money or to take a day off. 

"Does Your Highness not trust me?" Flint asked suspiciously. 

"I will go back to my room now," I said, not answering him. "Can you take me to my room, Abel?"

"Yes, Your Highness," Abel bowed. 

"Don't ignore me, Your Highness!"

"Who are you again? I don't know you?"

"Your Highness!"

"Why are you making so much noise, Flint? Let us go now, Your Highness. You must be tired."

"Yes, let's go."

Abel escorted me to the bedroom and waited in front of the room. "I hope you can sleep well, Your Highness. Please rest up," he said. 

"Yes, I will. Goodnight, Abel."