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]

Fahima looked at her best friend, the desperation on his handsome face pulling her heartstrings. Unar was what she could describe as perfection. To her, this man here meant the world and if she could, then Fahima could give Unar Stitt everything he wanted.


She would bow beneath him and bend the knee for him any time of the day. All he had to do was breathe and he had her in a hold so strong, she didn't even want to be free of it.


Fahima hated the state Unar was in, and she wanted to make everything better. It broke her heart more than she could care to admit. She wanted to tell him to think and stop overworking himself, but then their friendship didn't allow her to cross some lines.


Was he just the guy she knew would always have her back or was Fahima looking at Unar differently?


The Forbidden Woman