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

"What you are saying is the truth. Not entirely, but yes, there are some truths in it. I wanted you here and that's why I went to your son. I also want your son though. I want him to realize his true worth. I want him to know what he can do, how far and beyond can he go. But I can actually live without him. I mainly want you here. I want you to fulfill my wish," Azure said.

"Why? What do you want me to give you a… grandchild?" I asked. I could understand little of what he actually wanted.

"I will keep that child here, with me and you can have your whole family back then. I will not intervene."

"I am telling you the truth," Azure stated calmly. "I am not lying to you. I will not lie to you about anything."

"There is more to this wish, isn't there?" I asked. I could feel it. I could almost hear the condition. "What is it? Why don't you come clear about this?"

Unforgiven