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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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#ALPHA

Not So Delicate

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Dem! What's wrong?" I asked while he pulled me by my arm and took me straight to his office. 

Perita followed us like she was ordered. 

"Go to our bedroom and wait there for us. Dion's milk bottles are in his crib. Feed him if he is hungry. Play with him," Dem said to Perita, while his eyes were on me. 

"Alright, Your Highness," Perita said. 

I had taught Perita how to take care of a kid, so she could take care of Dion when Dem and I were busy. It was she who played with him when I worked in my office. 

Dem closed the door, his fingers still gripping my arm tightly. 

"What's wrong? What's the meaning of this?" I asked.