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]

"Yes, I did. I compelled him to tell me where your chamber was and then dealt with him," Alanor said, a little too excited that Ilya got worried. Goodness, she would grow some gray hair and Alanor hadn't even been in her chambers for five minutes.


Maybe she needed to get him back to his room. What if Unar sensed him in her room? Goddess, there were so many things at stake, but Ilya hoped Alanor had used his brains to come to this place and not just his anger, otherwise they were all screwed.


"You're a queen, Ilya, relax okay? Besides, your stupid mutthead of a husband won't even do anything if he hears you are harmed so why worry so much?" Alanor said and Ilya smacked him with her pillow again for having an uncontrolled mouth.


"You didn't have to be so mean about it, y'know," the lycan queen pouted and Alanor wanted to laugh, but he didn't.


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