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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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(From Doctor Dimitri's Perspective)

I had been Her Highness's doctor for more than two years. I had been at the palace and wherever my life took me to look after Her Highness's health. I had seen the King, I had seen the Queen and I had seen how their relationship worked. 

Just as no one ever thought of watching the sun rise in the west and set in the east, I never thought of seeing what I was seeing. 

"Do something! Treat him! Anything! Save him! I beg you, please!"

The man, the most powerful man in Querencia, the mighty and proud King, now was nothing. He lay on a shallow and small bed, his body still toned, but the weakness was showing. His lips were black, completely black. His veins were showing as if trying to get out of his skin. 

They were black. 

"How…?" I mumbled. I found out I was shaking. 

"… He is dying…"