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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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624 Chs
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
#WEREWOLF
#NONHUMAN
#POSSESSIVE
#ROYALFAMILY
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#FIRSTLOVE
#ALPHA

We Will Go Today

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Success is not earned overnight."

I wanted to smack Dem hard on the back of his head. How dare he act like a knowledgeable sage when I was so mad about not being able to finish what I was trying to do!

"Come on now. It can happen. You need to rest before trying again," he said. 

Actually, in my dream, I thought of something that could help with my research, however, when I woke up and tried to write it down, I could write half of what I dreamed. It was frustrating. 

"Dem, you are making me angry," I managed to say.

Dion was pulling my bra because he wanted attention. I had just fed him, but he was acting like he was hungry. 

"Honey, I am just saying you won't always remember what you have dreamed about. You need to give it some time, maybe," he said. 

Maybe he was right. I was just being desperate.