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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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Wild Night

(From Blue's Perspective)

I did not even know what I was saying, or how I was acting. Lust filled my mind and blocked all rational thoughts. 

"You are telling me to do all the dangerous things, my love. I will not hold back, my dear, if you say so," he said huskily. 

"I told you. You can do it," I muttered. "Besides, the doctor said it is okay to have sex and the baby will be okay. There is no chance of anything else. So…"

I could not finish as my mouth was captured. He started kissing every part of me, my face, my neck, and then, only going down. He touched my stomach and kissed it. I did not know why, but probably I expected too less that my heart melted at the act. 

I almost lost it when he started kissing between my thighs. "Ah…"

The pleasure was unbearable, yet addictive. His desire was clear in his actions. As soon as he noticed I was ready, he asked for my permission again. 

"Can I? Can I really? Will you be okay?"