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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

Emergency At The Magic Tower

(From Blue's Perspective)

Demetrius had been in an unusually good mood since I threatened Isaac. He even tried to pick me up just because he was happy. Thankfully, I stopped him in time. Or it would be embarrassing if someone saw this. 

"Have you gone mad? I can walk on my own," I muttered quickly. 

"Are you saying this because I'm sweaty? When we do it, I am sweaty as well. You don't mind then. But why now?"

"Eh?"

I had no idea he was like this when we married. I could never imagine. He was always so upright and moody. He was gentle too, but I did not know he could be cute and childish in this weird way. 

"You're being weird, Dem," I muttered.

"Since when?" he asked as he took my hand in his and led me to our room. Because of Isaac, our precious time had been wasted.