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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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Love Language

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Why do you look so thin? My goodness, Demetrius, have you not been feeding her?" Luc scolded Dem. "What's up with you? And where did you take her? Where have you two been?"

"Uh… It's not… Dem… I just…"

"There are a lot of things you don't know. The situation is far more dangerous than we imagined," Dem said. 

"… Who is her father?" Luc asked. "You know, Ruby and I were assuming this and that about who her father might be. I mean, let's just be glad it's not the black lord. Ruby even went that far."

"… Your wife has good intuition. I will give her that," Dem chuckled bitterly. 

"You are joking," Luc said. "You are joking, aren't you?"

"Am I? Who knows?"

Luc looked at me, questioning everything. I gave him a small nod. He flumped on the couch.