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]

"I think it's time for me to leave Greroth," Alanor said, his voice breaking in the end. It was a hard decision because he had spent fifteen years in this nation. Greroth was everything to him right now, but between Greroth and Acrod, Alanor would eventually have to make a choice.


"I'm sorry, what?" Heide asked, unsure for the first time if he had heard the kid right. Oh, but he knew Alanor was thinking of a lot of things, and going back to Udrad was one of them, but this? This was madness.


"Where will you even go? Don't tell me Acrod, because I will tie you myself."


"Udrad is a no go zone for you too. Not at this moment. I won't let you go back at this moment. You are just twenty-five. Too young! You still need to learn."


The Spectacle of The Foolish