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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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618 Chs

Lack Of Willpower

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Aunt doesn't sound bad at all. You are right. You should call me what is right," I said. 

"Your Highness, His Grace, the duke, and Lord Abel are here," a knight notified. 

"Oh, he is really here…?" Calix muttered, surprised. "Your Highness was right."

"Right?" I chuckled. "Send them here. I am having tea with my niece, so I cannot leave. They must come here."

"Is Abel the duke's son?" Ava asked.

"He is," I nodded. "Do you want to talk to him? Perhaps you two will be able to get along well."

"No, I don't think… Does he like Aunt?"

"Like me? I don't know," I said. "Maybe, or maybe not."

"His Grace, the duke, and Lord Abel are here, Your Highness," the knight declared who led them here. 

"Good afternoon, Your Majesty. Sorry for coming here so suddenly. I have sent a letter just an hour ago. It was inconsiderate of me."