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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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591 Chs

[Bonus chapter] The Banquet (2)

(From Blue's Perspective)

The music was coursing through my veins. And his hands were wrapped around my waist, leading me to step by step.

"You can follow my steps if you face any difficulty," he said. 

But I did not face any difficulty and neither had I thought I would for now. The steps were clear and I knew where to put my feet. 

"Wow! You are doing really well, but I never knew you can dance," he said.

"I didn't know I can too, until now," I said. "You are doing really well too."

"Mother taught me. I used to dance with Evelyn during different events," he said. "I am not particularly fond of dancing. But it's great to do it with you."

"Hmm... Same for me," I admitted. "It's great to dance with you. By the way, that lady over there is staring at you, and the wine is dripping from her glass, yet she hasn't noticed it yet."

"Where?"

"On our right, there," I said, pointing at the woman with my eyes.