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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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618 Chs

The Underground Dungeon

(From Blue's Perspective)

I could not find Dem in front of the magic tower. But he clearly said that he would meet me here.

"Should we head back then?" I muttered. "He said... he would be here, though..."

Did he not want me to meet them? Was he using this way to not let me meet them? But I did not understand why. If my assumption was right, then it was very unfair for me. 

"Perhaps His Highness is busy," Perita muttered carefully though she did not look convinced herself. She was looking at me over and over again to see if I was alright. 

But of course, I was not alright. I did not like it at all. Everything needed to have a limit. His protectiveness and controlling attitude seemed to just increase more and more. 

"Are you alright, Your Highness?"

"Yes... Let's go back," I said. 

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Alright, Your Highness."