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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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(From Blue's Perspective)

All the people in the ballroom were wearing hooded blue cloaks. As if that was not enough to hide their identities, they also wore a mask on their faces. They bowed in unity as soon as we entered. I knew it was not directed towards me, but their lord who was with me. 

"These are our people, my daughter," he whispered to me. 

I did not want to be here. Not at all. I just wanted to run away. I was not sure where I would go. I just wanted to leave. Everything happening was suffocating. A safe place, it was what I needed and definitely the least possible thing that would in reality happen to me. 

He motioned with his hand and everyone stood up. I sensed terror. There was a straight path made for us, leading to the very end of the ballroom. This room was a ballroom but was not used as one. Instead, it seemed more like a church, just without the benches. I figured it was prepared that way to serve a particular purpose.