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

When I woke up, I found myself in an unfamiliar place. I almost freaked out. Then, I remembered I was in Dem's tent. How long did I sleep?

I saw Luc sitting by the bed, a book opened on his lap. He was wearing his reading glasses. Sometimes, he needed to wear glasses to read books.

"Where is Dem?" I asked as I tried to sit up.

"I am fine. Thank you for asking," he said, staring at me over the book.

"Ah… I'm sorry. I was… just…"

"You don't have to apologize to that punk. It is very obvious you will worry about your husband first and not some random healthy dude," Dem said, appearing behind me. It turned out he was in the tent the whole time. He kissed the side of my neck.

I noticed another person there. And I sighed in relief. If I was standing, I would have probably hugged him.

"Oh, Evan…!" I exclaimed. "You are alive!"

The Possible Betrayal