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]

"I found a mate, Ileus," Unar sighed defeatedly as he looked in the direction of the mating ceremony. It was barely a few hours to dawn and everyone was happy around him. Everyone was glad for getting their mates, and he could even feel Fahima's joy.


His best friend had gotten a mate, and what about him? He had nothing.


The lycan prince should have been happy with his findings that night. His heart had been elated for a moment and just like a gush of wind, it was all gone. He should have been jumping in joy and letting his lycan out, but how was he even supposed to begin doing that?


Where was he supposed to start from, when his confusion made everything feel like a damned blank space?


Instead, Unar was thinking of all the reasons his mate could have run away from him. He was thinking of the how's and why's of their bond, and wanted to question the moon goddess about the bond that he found and one that he already lost.


Damn, Jealous Much?