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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

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Alternate Reality

(From Blue's Perspective)

Two days passed since Dem had left. He had sent me a letter yesterday saying he was on his way to the battlefield. He promised to send me a letter if he got any time and would come to visit me in a month. 

The fact that he would be by my side probably for the remaining months of my pregnancy was saddening. But more than being sad, I was scared for his well-being. 

"Don't just sit in your room," Evan said as he walked into the bedroom while I was sitting on a chair with Sapphire on my lap. I was trying to read a book unsuccessfully as my mind kept thinking only about one thing, one person. 

"I have nothing else to do. I am trying to read a book," I said. 

"You," he said, taking the book from me, "are holding it upside down. And this is what you call reading?"

"… Just leave me alone…"