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]

Unar stood in shock as he pondered over his father's words. 


The great Edison Stitt, the king who couldn't care less what people thought of him, the one man who would kill his people to pass time, had sent his son to pass on his apologies to the kingdom he had spent years oppressing. 


Maybe this was his father's reaction to losing his best friend, but even for Edison, this was unreal.


It was almost like they had walked to the future, and found a peaceful time, and Edison decided to make sure that his people were able to enjoy the good fortune of their guidance, but was that it? 


Was it all that the king wanted or was Edison playing with his son? Shaking his head, Unar walked out the room, to call back everyone. He knew that it was going to be hard to convince Udrad that his father had apologized, but what else could Unar do? 


What more was he supposed to do for his people other than hope they trusted him, even if they didn't trust in Edison's words?


About Last Evening