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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

The Discussion

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

"Come with me somewhere else," she said. "I want to tell you everything in detail."

This was something I wanted as well. 

"Yes, we need to talk as well," I nodded. 

We went to the roof, where she came here alone yesterday, and took a bath in the rain. I wished I could see her like that. But King Ford had seen her like that, in a nightgown and wringing wet. 

Seeing a woman like that, and who was also as beautiful as her, what kind of thought did that guy have? 

I shook my head and tried to get that thought out of my head. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. If I got angry now, it would be hard to focus on the present matter in hand. 

"So, white cloak... We both are thinking the same thing, aren't we?" she said, leaning against the railing.