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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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The Corpse

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

I could not be back home that night. I had told Blue beforehand that my work might take a while. But I did not know it would take that long. 

"You should tell Blue to control someone's mind and get them to do all these works. It's hard to do them all by yourself and, you know, a King doesn't work like this. They make others do it," Luc said. I went to the magic tower first because I needed to give instructions for the work he had to do. 

"I am not making Blue do something. She is pregnant and needs rest. We have a six-month-old son who is really clingy to her. Besides, she is doing her part of the paperwork while making some kind of blasting powder in her workshop. I am not giving her more work. I wish she would just rest and do nothing," I said. 

Besides, my wife could not control the mind of werewolves. It was the price she had to pay for bringing me back from death.