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]

"Rise and shine!" Zelina shouted as she pulled the warm blanket off of Alanor. The day everyone in the midlands had been anticipating for weeks was finally here and while she knew she didn't need a mate, she needed Alanor to go to the ceremony and unwind.


She wanted the young Wynter to get a breath of fresh air, instead of hiding from his reality by staying in Greroth on such an important day. Granted, Alanor didn't care for the ceremony, but they needed him out there.


He was twenty-five and was supposed to know of the factions, not just because he was a beast of the midlands, but because he was a young lycan, who needed to interact with people like him. He needed a reality away from the witches of Greroth ad the ceremony was the genesis of it all.


Their Last Family Meal