webnovel

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 · Fantasía
Sin suficientes valoraciones
619 Chs

Dangerous Desire, Cannot Abandon It

(From Demetrius's Perspective) 

"You look happy," I said as I entered the room the duke prepared for me and my wife. 

"I am actually," she turned around and smiled, but her face turned gloomy again in a moment. "Blood..." 

"It's not mine. As I anticipated, I needed to take care of trash," I said and rubbed my forehead. 

"... But your attire is ripped a bit from the front..." 

"There was a mad bastard," I grumbled. "Don't worry, I am not hurt." 

She just shook her head a bit and then got down from the frame of the window where she was sitting. With steady and quick steps, she came in front of me and touched the front of my attire where it was ripped. As if she knew, she touched over the little cut I got and glared at me. 

Did she forget that I could heal? Or was she worried that it might have hurt me when that bastard attacked me?