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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

First Tooth

(From Blue's Perspective)

I woke up when it was almost morning. My body was sore. Maybe I should have told him to be gentler. It was on me. I was the one who told me to do whatever he wanted. 

Dem was sleeping like a log, like he always did after a full moon night. I put on his shirt which was on the ground and went to Dion's room. I woke up hearing his cry. 

"You have woken up, baby? Are you hungry?"

Dion was on his stomach, raising his head and his black eyes on me as he cried more after seeing me, although the tone was different. 

I picked him up and sat down on the single couch, which was placed there so I could feed him. Dion calmed down as soon as I started feeding him. 

"Ah, my back is so sore," I groaned. 

I tried to position myself as comfortably as I could on the couch, however, I wished it was a bit larger. The size just was not comfortable enough. Maybe I should change it.