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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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Cannot Hate It

(From Blue's Perspective)

The rash from Dion's body disappeared soon. I could sigh in relief once again. Although Doctor Dimitri said it was nothing to be worried about, I could not help it. 

"He loves water for sure," Dem said when Dion started to giggle as the slightly warm water touched his head. 

I was giving Dion a bath and Dem was watching. Both of us were kind of glued to our son, except for the time when we did something that needed to be done when our son was not here and we were alone. We left him to Ruby and Luc, who gladly took care of him, and sometimes, Luc did not want us to take Dion from the magic tower. 

"I have not seen one thing Dion doesn't love," I said. "Maybe all newborns are like this. Ah, not all newborns. Flint used to say Dela never ever liked oil."

Dem's jaw twitched at the mention of Flint. "What are you gonna do with him?"

"Let him rot in the cell."

"Do something about him, Blue. Don't be so merciful."