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]

"Who's there?" Alanor growled, his voice coming out loud and unexpected. Someone was in the same room as him, and if they didn't show up, there was a very great chance that he would lash out at them.


He was too angry right now, very frustrated, and was probably going to let it all out on the first person who tried shit with him.


"Who's there?" Alanor insisted. He wanted to be sure that he wasn't hallucinating.


The young Wynter tried to look around but eventually assumed that it was a rodent or something. There was a high chance that the rats were at it again.


Besides, if there was someone else in the room, then Alanor Wynter would know. After all, he didn't just become the beats of the midlands by using one sense. So relaxed, he walked back into the room, giving up all thoughts of the pleasure he had come to seek.


Then again, what were the chances, right?


The Blue House [3]