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]

The parade didn't last long, because instead of the usual kiss on the buttcheeks that Alanor always gave his pets, he simply gave them gentle touches.


For the men, he held onto their d!cks, as if confirming the lengths himself, for the women, his hands didn't go down beyond their nipples as he cupped them with both hands, and gently squeezed them.


Of course, a man skilled in his art could make the women cvm by just his touches. But today was not that day.


Today, he didn't want to care, and maybe it was because he was so sure that he would moan Grant's name somewhere in between, which wouldn't be okay, no matter what perspective he tried to look at it from.


He had rejected his mate and he just couldn't let himself feel good about that. 


One Last Time