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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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#FIRSTLOVE
#ALPHA

Unholiness

(From Evan's Perspective)

"Queen Blue looks tired," Queen Laetitia stated as soon as Blue entered the meeting room. She was seated beside me. It was still hard for me to get used to the strong perfume she used. It had already caused me a bad headache. I pitied my luck. 

"The Queen of Querencia has to deal with a lot of things, thanks to our fellow rulers," I said. 

She flipped her shiny black hair, her mismatched eyes playful as she watched the head priest of Ataraxia. 

"Pious men make me nauseous. They do not know when to keep their mouth shut," she sneered. 

"But we do. And maybe it is that time," I said. "There are ears everywhere, Queen of Lacuna."