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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 Evan's Perspective)

It was weird how much I regretted not marrying her. It was not like I had really deep feelings for her, although I was a bit attracted to her. But I was not the type of man who would go after another man's wife. I just wanted her to be happy. 

I was good at acting as if everything was fine and I was okay. I just had to do it for a few more months until her husband came back. 

It was disgusting to fall for a woman, even just a bit, who was married. I could not believe I did the same thing as that knight Ezekiel did. The only difference between us was that I would not hurt her, or her child. I would do anything to protect them. 

I just wished my feelings did not go too far. Even if it did, I would be able to cover them up anyway, unlike Ezekiel who lost his mind. 

"Your hair has gotten longer," I said, observing her as we sat in the garden on a bench under a mango tree.