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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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Why Did He Say Yes So Easily?

(From Blue's Perspective)

"I don't understand...," I mumbled. "You mean, she actually doesn't have divine power? Rather, she only has gray hair and gray eyes that make her look blind?"

Dem sighed. "There is always a woman who can see the goddess through dreams and hear her voice and stuff like that. At least, that is what everyone believes. That woman is born with gray hair and gray eyes. Her eyes are not typical gray eyes either. They are kind of whitish and look like the eyes of a blind person. But she can see. It is said that those eyes are the medium through which the moon goddess tells her about her desire."

"You don't believe it," I said. It was not a question. I knew it very perfectly that my husband considered it to be bullshit. "What about you, Reece? Do you believe it?"