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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

Swollen Eyes

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Your Highness, are you awake?"

Hearing the familiar voice, I slowly opened my eyes and found Ruby's face hovering over mine. My head felt lighter, but my throat hurt a bit. Perhaps it was because I yelled at Demetrius last night.

"Your eyes are swollen, Your Highness," Ruby said. "And there are marks on your wrists... What happened? Are you alright?"

"Y-Yes, I am... I want to t-take a bath...," I said. 

"Yes, Your Highness. Can you walk?" she asked and helped me wear a robe. 

"Hmm..."

"No need. You get out," he said, looking at Ruby. "I will take her."

"Dem..."

He touched the side of my face and rubbed his thumb over my left eye. "Did you cry in your sleep?"

"I... don't k-know..."

He sighed and picked me up in bridal style from the bed. I did not protest. Though I was reluctant to believe him, I still craved his warmth. Perhaps I had gone crazy.