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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

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Tea With Lady Caerlion

(From Blue's Perspective)

I had fallen asleep again. After I talked to him a bit in the morning and tried to help him get rid of his worries, he kissed me on the forehead and I fell asleep in a moment. What was it- a magic spell? 

"Your Highness, you look tired these days," Ruby said when I finally woke up. It was almost lunchtime. I was taking a bath that Ruby prepared for me. 

"Yeah."

"And you eat quite a bit more than before, Your Highness."

"I'm hungry all the time."

"Perhaps Her Highness is pregnant."

"Pfft... What are you even saying? I use birth control all the time and Dem told me that Luc said it is hundred percent safe. There is no way I can be pregnant. Didn't I tell you this before?"

"Yes, Your Highness. But I'm just saying what I saw," she said. 

"You're wrong about this one. I'm not pregnant. We are yet to talk about it first," I said. 

"My apologies, Your Highness."