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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

Cannot Stop Loving You

(From Blue's Perspective)

When I opened my eyes, my body still felt weak. A lot weaker than before actually. I had used too much of my power, especially when my body was still recovering. The fact that I had fought a freaking war right after giving birth was still surprising even to me. But, I, in fact, did just that. It was a story my son would have to hear a lot, growing up. 

Ah, was he not hungry? I had fed him quite a long time ago. 

I tried to get up and ask Ruby to bring him here. 

And what about Dem? I was pretty sure he had talked to me, he had been awake. Did I imagine it?

"Slow down, my love. Don't get up."

I looked beside me. He was there. My so precious husband had been there, sitting on the bed, right beside me. He was holding Dion in his arms.

"… I am not dreaming. Tell me I am not dreaming," I said. My voice was shaking. Hell, I was shaking.