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]

One glance at the kid lying helpless on the forest floor was enough for Zelina to know he was hurting so bad. She wished they would take him home and away from here, but then Alanor couldn't always keep running for home. 


He couldn't always be trying to get away from reality. At some point in time, the young Wynter would have to face his enemies and maybe tonight was being a little too hard on him, but he had to get up. 


He had to rise and not falter, because only then, would he have the courage to face them all.


The whole of the midlands knew that Gideon of Greroth was united and if he didn't show up today, it would raise speculations. It would leave people wondering why Criselda's protege had decided not to make a show, when he was of the right age to be mated. 


If anything, he was a little over the standard age of mating.


"What if we let him be?" Ulrike asked, his heart breaking for the young Wynter. 


A Prince's Wishes To The Moon