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]

"Speaking of surprises, why the fuck did Ulrike present himself as you? Did you guys agree to it?" Ilya asked the question she had been itching to ask the whole night.


It had been the concern of most who knew Alanor and Ulrike and frankly, they wondered how it had happened because they were all aware that the two were complete opposites of each other.


Alanor was fueled by revenge while Ulrike was fueled by love and sanity. He was the epitome of what it meant to have a balance n the midlands. Sure, he was wild and intentionally mischievous, but with the same strength, he was dangerous, way too dangerous.


"I don't know. No one knows what goes in his brain. How did you know anyway?" Alanor asked, considering even he was shocked to see the hound of the southern forest at the gates of Udrad. He looked ridiculously huge and Alanor had been excited to know what he would do next.


How To Go Crazy; Alanor's Manual [1]