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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 Demetrius's Perspective)

I did not know if it was right or wrong, but keeping all my motives and all those things from her seemed like a terrible move. I kept feeling like she was being wronged by me when she told me everything, but I did not. 

I had a little bit of suspicion that she might come to resent me. But for the most part, I knew she would forgive me and accept me regardless of the kind of person I was. She wanted someone who would love her and only her, to be loyal to her. I had been that person and I would always be that person without even trying because, in my eyes, it was just her. I had been the person to show her endless love. And that was all she needed to accept me. 

At least, that was what I believed. 

"I will. I will always love you," she said, her voice clear and rigid. 

It was proof of my belief.