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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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Dela's Gift

(From Blue's Perspective)

"You can do whatever you want," he said. "You can gift your mage's daughter if you want to."

"No, I mean, 'we' should gift her," I clarified. "It's important to gift a baby if you have the ability."

"What's her name again?"

"Dela. Apparently, she is so beautiful that Flint and Rose could not come up with a name that would suit their little girl. Then, Rose's mother named her," I said. "Dela- it's a cute name."

"It's not bad," he said. "She looks a lot like her father."

"She does? But she barely looks like a human? I mean, a werewolf? It's very hard to understand who a newborn baby looks like."

"But she looked like Flint to me. It's very easy to guess that she is his daughter."

"Really?"

"Even the little hair she has matches that of Flint's. When she started crying, I saw her eyes. They were like Flint's too. Even her nose and brows."

"Oh my, you noticed that much? What was I doing?"