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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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The Wedding Night (2)

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

The sight she offered was the best portrait anyone could ever imagine. I expected her to be beautiful, but not as much as to make me this impatient. It was her first time, so I was trying to hold back and take everything slowly. But at this rate of my restlessness, I had no idea how long I would manage to stay put. 

I held her hand and took her nipple in my mouth while my other hand caressed the other one. Her laughter stopped abruptly and a purring sound escaped her mouth. 

I swirled my tongue over the hard bud. She felt so delicate that I feared I might break her, but there were more things to do. I had been waiting for a long time after all. 

"Seven years is no joke," I muttered without my knowledge. "Seven fucking years... I can't take it anymore."

"Seven?" she mumbled in surprise. 

"Later. Think about it later, my wife," I said hoarsely and took my attention to her other lonely breast.