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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

Setting Boundaries

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Support his head," Dem said to Evelyn, who was holding Dion for the very first time. She and her family had come back today after the war. 

"I literally have a daughter who is seven," Evelyn rolled her eyes at his brother. 

"He looks so much like His Highness," Merrick, her husband said. He did not talk much, kind of like the duke. 

"He has two eyes, unlike Uncle who has just one now," Ava, their daughter said. She had her father's brown hair even though her mother had shiny red hair. I heard red hair was a matter of very strong genes. Maybe, it did not work for everyone. 

"That's rude, Ava. You cannot talk that way," I said. 

About her moral studies, it was me who told her off about such things. Her mother did not care and even if her father cared, it was very little. He almost always just followed his wife. 

"Sorry, Aunt," Ava said. She, at least, listened to me.