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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

Proteety_Promi · 奇幻言情
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618 Chs

Has My Wife Lost Her Mind?

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

Blue's health was getting better very soon. We were supposed to awaken her power to get her better since she was pregnant. Now that was not the case and her life was not in danger. So, I put the plan to awaken her power on hold.

She did not need to awaken her power at all. I would always be with her. So, I could always save her. And, besides, awakening her power would only endanger her life because most werewolves despised dark mages and would want to kill or use her. 

It had been three weeks since that night. She was able to walk properly now and did not have any trouble breathing as well. She had been oddly quiet for two weeks. But now she was conversing with others in the same way she had before. Though she had not yet returned to her normal self, I was hopeful that she would do so soon.