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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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Convince

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

Whenever a man was near Blue other than Luc, I always worried about whether they fell in love with her or not. The incident with Ezekiel triggered it more. 

I got used to Calix and most other knights; I did not worry about them much since their love for her was based on loyalty towards their master. But I could not read King Ford's mind since he was a dark mage. So, whenever he was near her, I got anxious and jealous. Though she always kept a proper distance, it still did not help with my condition. 

I could not get the thought of King Ford liking my wife romantically get out of my head, albeit she told me many times that it was not the case. 

"How can him sending me reports be anything similar to him liking me? How did you even link those two things?" she grumbled. "You and I both know that it's not the case. He sent it because he trusts us."

"No, not us," I said. "He trusts 'you'."