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 told you these old men are wei—" Unar began but shut up instantly when he saw Leroy glaring daggers at him.


"Okay, fine, I give up. Teasing you is my favorite thing to do though. It makes me happier than anything else," Unar said and the trio sighed. This was going to be a long night.


"Anyway, how are you people," Unar asked again, like he hadn't asked the question earlier. Maybe he just needed to know what their state was, because he couldn't afford to put them in jeopardy. 


He knew asking about what had happened with the beast of the Midlands was a risk, but if they weren't going to talk, Unar would use his royal command to get answers from the people who had been there when the execution happened. 


"We are fine, how are you?" Fahima asked. She was worried about her best friend. A lot was going on in the palace and Unar had been there to witness it all. The losses, the gains, and everything else in between.


How Long Ago Was That?