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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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591 Chs

I Will Give It A Thought

(From Blue's Perspective)

"You know what you are. Then why? Why do you still act like the Queen of a pathetic kingdom when you can be the Queen of the world? Why do you have to do the job of a wife and a mother? That's not the life for you. That's not a life for any of us. You were born to be by my side, to rule the world. That kind of puny life is for the weak ones."

I shook my head. Someone needed to get his voice out of my head. I just could not bear it anymore. All day long, all night long, his voice would disturb me. It started when I caught the fever. Now that it had been two months and the fever was long gone, the voice did not leave me. 

"Are you alright, Your Highness? You look like you feel from a horse," Perita asked. 

"Give me a massage, Perita. My neck hurts," I said.