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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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Queen Laetitia (2)

(From Laetitia's Perspective)

I had become the Queen at the age of twenty-four after my brother's death. My age was very close to the King of Querencia who was just a few months older than me. So, since my childhood, I liked him. My liking towards him was based on the fact that he was more handsome than anyone I had ever seen. 

But it was not just him that I liked. I just liked handsome men in general; perhaps I liked him more than other men, so I proposed to him. I knew I was being forceful, yet I did that. It was very embarrassing to remember, so if I could forget that part of my life, I would. 

It must be because I was too young that I made that kind of choice. 

I had seen the Queen of Querencia from afar at the banquet. I could not bring myself to go and greet her because I was jealous, seeing King Demetrius smiling at her and treating her as if she was something very precious to him.