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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 · Fantasy
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591 Chs

Dion Easton

(From Blue's Perspective)

I felt like my body was being run over by a truck. The pain was immense. Doctor Dimitri was supposed to give me something to reduce the pain, but he was not here. It was Evan only. But he was no doctor. The poor guy looked just as confused as I felt. At least, my consciousness told me to just push and not think about anything else. 

I bit into Evan's hand that he placed in my mouth to prevent me from biting my tongue and lips. I dug my fingers into the skin of his arm as I gave another hard push. It was working, or maybe it was not. I was not sure. I could understand nothing. There was only pain. 

I motioned for Evan to take his hand back from my mouth, which he did. I panted, trying to catch my breath. 

"I can't… Oh… It feels too… Can you just cut it out?"

"What?" 

"Cut my belly open and…"