she_osprey

[COMPLETED || WARNING: MATURE CONTENT 21+ // this is the only warning for the book]
"I'll see you in the next life, mother," the young boy said, his eyes swollen from crying for several days.

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Exiled from Udrad after the public stoning of his parents, Alanor Wynter swore on his parents' graves, to bring the lycan kingdom to its knees. So he became the rogue they despised and the devil they all feared. 

He was a monster, but they had created him, and he was bad. Alanor was the kind of evil that no dictionary even had a description for yet. 

He had vowed against Udrad's peace until he got his revenge, and no one would stop him, not even the mate the fates had forced on him. 

After all, he didn't believe in the fated mates.

Alanor believed in REVENGE.

Alanor, The Lycan King's Prisoner [BL]

It was yet another morning in the home of the lycans, and while everyone out there was doing great or trying to survive, within the walls of the palace, was a man haunted by his choices, a man who was trying to meet his insanity halfway but kept losing with every step he took.


This was the man everyone apparently had to love, the man whose life was slowly fading, and transforming into a horror movie. He hated what was happening to him, and yet for obvious reasons, he had no idea how to control it.


"Papa, are you okay?" The man's son called out, but the man just ignored his son, but not before telling him to get back to the training grounds. Lately, they had been overtraining the warriors and it was a dangerous move, but this man did not care.


He needed an army for when his horrors finally materialized. He needed to be sure he wasn't alone and what better way to do that other than try to make sense of everything when he knew so well where the roots were?


His Royal Hallucinations