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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 · Fantasia
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618 Chs

[Bonus chapter] Giving Up An Obsession Is Not Possible

(From Blue's Perspective)

He made his way to the closet and started rummaging through the dresses. I just stood there and watched my husband being childishly stubborn and find me a dress to wear today. 

As he was looking for a dress for me, my mind went back to our conversation. I could not believe he hid that important information from me and most importantly, he behaved as if he would do anything for me, only if I stayed by his side.

I had found out about his nature, thanks to the full moon. He did not want to let me know about it and because of that, he had been trying so he did not say about his desires aloud. I had to admit that he was right about this. His desires were indeed a bit creepy. 

But I knew that it was not just an obsession. If it was, then I would not be able to move as freely as I could now. But there was no way to deny that there was no obsession though it was good to know that he was trying his best.