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]

Unar, Leroy, Ileus, Fahima, and the king looked at the figure that was hovering over Alanor and for a moment, Edison wanted to order the gates closed on the young Wynter. But he couldn't Because this right here was the proof that Gideon of Greroth wasn't the beast of the midlands.


There was just no way that the young warlock would be there with them and still be able to hover over himself like that. If anything, the beast in front of them was so similar to the beast that they had all seen throw Ulrike around like Ulrike was some ball that the beast was playing with.


This figure was the same size as the beast that Edison had seen and honestly he wanted to attack the beast, but he had no resources right now.


His people were tired from the night's occurrences and if they went against the beast right now, Edison was smart enough to know they would lose and it would be the worst of losses in Udrad.


Lock The Damn Gates!