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

Betrayal

(From Blue's Perspective)

He broke free from the kiss and started kissing my breasts. He ran his finger over my hardened nipple while his mouth captured the other one. I had completely forgotten one fact. 

I had started lactating. 

He knew it. Did he forget it too?

When he got up and licked the remaining milk on his lips, I felt too self-conscious.

"It doesn't taste bad," he said. 

"Not for you," I said, slapping him on the shoulder. He winched a bit. I immediately regretted it. "Oh, I'm sorry. Does it hurt so…?"

"No, it doesn't," he said and kissed me again. 

His hand traced my inner thigh, between my legs. My hips rose the moment his warm fingers touched the sensitive part between my legs.

"Ah…"