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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

Proteety_Promi · Fantasi
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624 Chs
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
#WEREWOLF
#NONHUMAN
#POSSESSIVE
#ROYALFAMILY
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#FIRSTLOVE
#ALPHA

Confusion

(From Blue's Perspective) 

"I was going to die back there...," I muttered. 

"..." 

"You said you will come in time. I... I thought I really would die," I said as tears kept coming down. "... I could not breathe..." 

"I want to be alone with my wife. So, leave everyone," Dem said, without looking at them. He had his glance fixed on me. 

All of them left without a word. They were glancing at my lap again and again. What was there to see? What were they looking at? My trembling hands? What did they expect? Did they think I was made of stone or something that I would never feel anything just because I maintain an image almost in front of everyone? 

"I almost died..." 

"..." 

"Why? Why aren't you saying anything?" I yelled, grabbing the front of his attire. 

He grabbed my nape and brought my face closer. Without a word, he started licking the wound on my left cheek.