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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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A Good Father

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

"Why have you cut your hair off again?" Luc's mother asked Blue. 

Luc's parents were Blue's adoptive parents. They came to see her and our child. Today was the first time they had seen Dion and they had seen Blue after a very long time. Blue and I decided to hold a banquet when Dion was at least three months old. 

"I just felt like it," Blue replied. 

The Marquis was holding Dion and making strange sounds at him, which my son seemed to find entertaining and was even laughing. So, this was how he laughed. Blue had been pointing it to me for a while now. 

"So, if we make strange noises, he will laugh," she whispered to me. 

"He might like it if his father makes those noises. You know, His Majesty, and some men have a little frog-like voice which is perfect for this."

"Frog-like voice?" I repeated.