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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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(From Blue's Perspective)

Two months passed by in a flash. It was strange how quickly time passed. Dion was now four months old. It still felt like only a few days ago when he was so tiny. He was still tiny, but a lot bigger than before. 

Rebels were more active these days, so Dem decided to stay behind as I wanted to go to Trouvaille soon. It was not like he would not join the banquet. He would follow me two weeks later. 

Luc and Ruby would stay behind completely. Luc hated the crowd. He did not want to go at all. Ruby would not join if Luc did not go as well. Iris and the duke would join and their kids would stay with Luc and Ruby for the time being. They would also go two weeks before the banquet, just like Dem. 

"I think I have packed too many things," I muttered. "I have sent my dresses and other things to Trouvaille already. Now, Dion's bag is…"