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]

'Please don't follow me this time,' Alanor said to himself, in the hope that Grant wouldn't follow him. He didn't want to go through the heartbreak he had gone through over the years. He didn't want to come face to face with a past that he hadn't even gotten over yet.


Life wasn't being fair to him, but then, Alanor has not been fair to himself either. This was chaotic for him just as it was for everyone who was around him. They had to learn, and this time, Alanor could only hope his heart wouldn't take the brunt of it.


"Are you dumb or just plain stupid?" A voice interrupted Alanor's thinking, making him growl out in anger. He wasn't in the mood to deal with stupid mateless drunks who were here in the name of a mating ball.


"I should be asking you the same, is something wrong with your brain cells?" Alanor countered and gasps were heard around them. A drink had been spilled on Alanor, and he was trying his best to maintain his calm.


In Which The Princes of Doom Meet