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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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I Love You

(From Blue's Perspective)

I could not believe what he was saying. I was so ashamed that I could not move my body. The only thing I could do was stare at his firm dangerous face. 

"If you don't do as I say, I won't give what you want," he said and rubbed my hip with his hand. Even from over the fabric, his touch felt too sensitive. 

"I..."

"Don't you want me to touch you? Don't you want me to make you feel better? Your body is getting hot, isn't it?" he said. "I will make you feel better, but you have to do as I say. Won't you do as I say? Won't you listen to me?"

I nodded slightly. I wanted to feel better. The hotness inside me was too much to bear. I wanted it to calm down. 

"Then spread your legs for me," he said. 

It was humiliating. But for some strange reasons, I found myself slowly parting my legs, allowing him to see what was there. 

"There, good girl."