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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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(From Blue's Perspective)

Queen Laetitia did not act the way I thought she would. She seemed like the person I imagined her to be after seeing her portrait. Then why did she act that way years back? Was it because she was young that she could not understand?

Then was I worried for nothing?

Though it seemed she still liked my husband, it was not as much as I thought it to be. It was acceptable. 

Her behavior was okay too. I thought she would try to take me down, so I went prepared. But she did not try anything like that. 

I could realize now how jealous I had been acting. Dem probably was making fun of me in his mind. 

"What did I do? Why are you looking at me that day?" he asked as we were playing chess, sitting on the bed. 

The meeting was an hour away, so we decided to spend the time playing chess. There was a chess set in our room; I got the idea, noticing it. 

"Nothing," I mumbled.