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]

"Fuck it father what the hell is wrong with you!" the angry prince said to his father who just looked at him. Edison wasn't sure what he wanted his son to look at him as, but here and now, he knew he was about to be screwed in all seven ways to hell.


"Careful, son. Are you okay?" Edison asked. 


He hadn't even realized that his son was mad at him, instead, he was worried about his son getting hurt. It was almost like the young prince was his only gem. The one thing he couldn't afford to lose. 


However, with the rate at which his past was trying to show itself back into Edison's life, it was all just a matter of time before shit became real.


"Am I— Are you fucking okay, because what the hell was that! What the fuck is going on with you? Damnit I think I broke a spine, fuck me," the prince said and his father just face-palmed. He wasn't sure whether to scold his son for his colorful language or to worry about him.


In Which The Son Knows