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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 Blue's Perspective)

"Ugh, what is...?" I mumbled after I opened my eyes in the morning. 

I found myself naked from head to toe and a muscular arm was wrapped around my waist tightly. 

'We did it last night? Ah, I remember now. We really did it... It was pretty intense as well. Perhaps because I was drunk, I had much more energy than usual and Dem is always energetic. Now my waist hurts... But I feel refreshed.'

It was very early in the morning. Dem was supposed to get up after approximately half an hour. It was rare for me to get up before him. 

I slowly turned to face him and wrapped my arms around him cautiously so he would not wake me up. 

'Ah, he smells nice as usual...'

Yesterday's events came to my mind. I was not as scared as before about what happened. Perhaps I would get used to these kinds of things eventually.