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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

Issac

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

She blushed, looking down at her lap. She was looking breath-taking today and now that she was blushing, she looked irresistible. It made me want to tease her even more.

For the first time in my life, I told someone that I could read minds and to my surprise, I did not feel slightly insecure at this. The thought of getting betrayed did not cross my mind not even for once. It was like I knew I could trust her, those eyes that held the world in them seemed to make me trust her, let her know my secrets, and keep her by my side.

I offered her my hand and she took it, still shy as she blushed furiously. I liked seeing her like this. It made me impatient. I had to remind myself again and again that only one day and then she would be mine completely.

Mother chuckled looking at me. She was still treating me like a little boy. No matter what I was, or even if I was a king, to Mother, I was always a little boy, the boy she gave birth and raised.

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