Proteety_Promi

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.

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“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.’
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The Werewolf King's Bride

"The mansion is quite… spacious, but I see no sign of ostentation," Luc muttered. "Isn't this the dream house you always talked about as a kid?"

"Dem always wanted a house like this since childhood?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah. He would always say that he doesn't like flashy things much, but still has them in the palace because he needs to show off since he is the King. If he was not a King, he would have a place like this, he used to say."

"Wow…," Ruby muttered. "I think this place matches His Highness's vibe."

"I think it is comfortable," Dem said calmly.

"What are you talking about? Are you not comfortable in the palace?" Luc asked mockingly.

"It must be a luxurious place, but I prefer the calmness of the kind of place I like," Dem said and looked at me. "Darling, don't just stand and talk to this fool. Take some rest."

"Uhm…," I mumbled. "But I am not tired."

Silly Argument