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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

His Father's Eyes

(From Evan's Perspective)

I held the boy in my arms, as his mother cleaned herself as much as she could with my shirt. Her legs were shaking. She should not have stood up so quickly, but I could not stop her. Not when she looked at me with those blue eyes full of determination. Her stomach was still big, not as much as before; slightly less. 

Dion. Did I truly deserve to name this boy? I watched his face as he yawned. A chuckle escaped my mouth unknowingly. 

"What?" Blue asked. 

"He is cute," I said. 

"I know, right?" she smiled. "He has to be cute. After all, he is my son."

'You are not wrong.'

She then walked up to us with her weak legs. Her steps were slow, but determined. She kissed the boy's lips gently and then all over his face.