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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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What I Have To Do

(From Blue's Perspective)

Evelyn's mouth did not form any word. But her eyes did. And for some reason, those eyes seemed to be speaking to me only. I looked at Merick to see if he could understand what I could, if he could see what I saw in her eyes. But he showed nothing of that sorts. He stared back at me helplessly, his eyes pleading me to help his wife.

I beckoned him towards me with a wave of my hand. He came over to me.

"Can you go out for a while? I need to see closely and it would be better if… it's just the two of us," I said.

"Do you think she can be fixed?"

"Honestly, Merick, I have no idea. But I promise you that I will give my best."

His lips were pressed into a thin line. It was obvious that he blamed me for what happened to his wife. I could not blame him for that. He was right to blame me. It was my fault. All of it was my fault. Reece's death was my fault. Evelyn's condition was my fault.

"Merick?" I pressed.