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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

Why Did He Even Fall For Me?

(From Blue's Perspective)

The cold wind of the night was blocked by the blanket and the warmth of him. His arms were wrapped around me securely. I wished I could stay like this always. 

I wondered if it was okay for me to make such a wish. After all, if we kept the child, perhaps I would die. 

The sky was beautiful. But the fact that I was with him like this was even more beautiful. Perhaps I knew what I was going to do very well. 

'I don't think I can abandon something you gave me. It's our child after all. Let's just hope that we will be alright...'

But it was also worrying. If our child was born, for some reason, I could not think of him being the type to care for his own child. It was perhaps heartless of me to think so, but I could not think otherwise. He doted on me, but I wished he would do the same with our child too. I wanted him to love it as much as he loved me.