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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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Can We Trust Her?

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Can we trust her? Are you sure?" I asked Evan when he said we could talk freely in front of his fiancée. 

"She has no ties whatsoever with her family. I mean, she has as she is still the duke's daughter, but she hates her family. At this moment, I am controlling her father, not entirely, but enough. And if she tries to do something funny, which I don't think she will, I can just eliminate her."

"… You can't just eliminate your fiancée," I said grimly. 

"Oh, trust me, I can," he smiled. 

Dion moved a little in the middle of his nap in my arms as we sat in Evan's office. We came to Trouvaille yesterday. Yesterday, I rested the whole day. Dem went a little overboard playing with Dion, so now, my son was sleeping like a log because he was tired. 

"Trusting random people is the worst idea," Dem said. "We are not discussing anything private in front of her."

"He is right, we aren't," I said.