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]

"Hey kid, your eyes," Celia said to Alanor who just looked at her, wondering what she was on about. Were they really that spent in the night?


"They're black," Celia let out carefully, knowing so well what it meant, but worried enough to know that Alanor was just one portal away from disappearing if this was what they all thought it was.


The man in question just kept dancing, like he didn't hear Celia.


"Relax, Celia. It happens when I'm excited and frankly, I'm excited about dancing my sorrows away," Alanor said and Celia looked at him. She could tell Alanor already knew what was happening but wasn't sure what to make of it.


"No buts Celia. I just need more strawberries right now. If it's not too much trouble, please get me one, pretty please?" Alanor said and Celia sighed.


The Messy Race & Strawberry Obsession