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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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How Do I Look At Him?

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

Dion's eyes were set on me as I held him vertically to my body, placing his head in my palms. His eyes followed my movements. He must be seeing all these things for the very first time. 

"Aa," I said. 

"A…," he mimicked, his mouth drooling as he tried. 

I chuckled, wiping his lips. He could make small sounds, kind of like 'a'. And every time I made the sound, he followed. 

Blue was taking a bath. She and I had been having sex a lot these days. Although it was satisfying, I actually felt guilty to do it so much that she could not move much afterward and got very tired. Actually, that was my plan. I wanted to make her so tired that she could not move anymore. Then, she would not be able to work as much as she wanted to. She needed rest. A good rest. 

"Can you say 'daddy'?"

"A…"

"What about 'dada'?"

"A…"