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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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621 Chs
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
#WEREWOLF
#NONHUMAN
#POSSESSIVE
#FIRSTLOVE
#ROYALFAMILY
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ALPHA

Meeting Ava

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Blue," she murmured slowly.

"Why did you cry, sweetie?" I asked gently, touching her scarlet cheek with the palm of my right hand. 

She sniffed and then hugged me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and sobbed once more. Now I truly felt guilty. I should have met her. I was afraid that if I went to meet them with swollen eyes, they would question me and suspect something was wrong.

Actually, even though they were Demetrius's family, they sometimes suspected that Dem was crossing the line. After all, they had an idea of Dem's personality. So, I thought that if they somehow noticed that I was crying, they would suspect that Dem had done something to make me cry. Well, it was not his fault that I cried. I cried because I had lost my child. Why would he have to look bad for no reason?

My eyes were still a little puffy. However, because the puffiness was not excessive, they would improve by lunchtime.