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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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619 Chs

I Love You (2)

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Will you always be a good girl then?" he asked. 

His hands were on my hips like cold ice. But my body still did not stop flinching every time his fingers moved even the slightest. 

"Answer me, my wife," he said sternly. 

I nodded quickly. "No, I want to hear it from your mouth," he said. 

"Y-Yes..."

My body was on fire. It was getting hot from the inside. I could only stare at him blankly with pleading eyes to give me what I wanted. 

"Good, then remember this always," he said. "You're mine. I won't let anyone have you. If anyone tries to take you away, I will kill them. Someone like me doesn't like killing, you know..."

He laughed bitterly. It was kind of scary, but for some reason, I did not feel scared. My hand reached out to touch his face which was slightly sweaty.