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]

Greroth was happy today, because everything they had been waiting for was finally going to come to light. None of them knew that Alanor had gotten his mate in Acrod and that he had rejected him, if anything, it was a secret, one that Criselda and Heide hadn't shared with anyone. 


They all knew that the young Wynter had gone on a classified mission to make peace in Greroth, but they didn't know of the troubles that the boy had faced. As a result, just like any parent seeing their child hit sweet sixteen, they were happy that Alanor was joining the mating ceremony. 


He had turned twenty five a month ago, and he had insisted that no one celebrate his birthday, it was too painful. Given that the witches of Greroth were high on respecting his wishes, they had done just that. 


They had let Alanor be and had not given him a reason to distrust them. 


Damn, I'd Bang Me Too