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]

[Flashback, Still fifteen years ago, in the midlands forest]


While waiting, the broken boy took a good look at himself. His clothes were dirty and there was a stench coming off of him. He smelled like the blood of his parents, the mix of the harsh sun and the thought nights.


He looked like he had walked out of hell, with the good thing being that his bruises had healed. However, for the first time, he wondered how he hadn't been tracked by the hounds. He was considered in blood and there was nothing those creatures loved more than blood.


They never cared whose blood it was, as long as it was blood.


His bruises had healed, the only evidence of his hurt, being the dried bloodstains.


His feet were still hurting, probably because he had started walking on the harsh forest floor again. His hands were dirty, though he had no memory of how that happened, but it wasn't like he was about to ask anyone anyway.


Meeting Young Alanor [2]