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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

Should Have Believed Her

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

Blue had been tense for a few days. I told her to take a break and she listened to me, for the very first time. She also probably realized that it was very necessary for her to put off all sorts of work and just focus on herself. 

She took a break, but her mind did not. She worried all day. I found her more than five times just staring at the wall and biting her lips. She was anxious all the time and did not get out of the bedroom much. There were times when she would pick Dion up and hold him in a way that would make anyone think she was worried someone would take him from her. 

Today, as usual, I took Dion with me in the morning to my study and came back around lunchtime. I found my wife sleeping on the bed, holding her pregnancy pillow. Even in her sleep, she did not look to be at peace anymore. Her brows were furrowed and her lips trembled occasionally.