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]

"Good morning Joe, where's Ileus?" Unar asked the assistant librarian when he finally made it through the eyes and worries of the lycans not to mention his father, who he had noticed was watching him a while ago. The king's eyes had been transfixed on his son as he made his way around the palace, hoping he would be okay.


The young prince felt like a prisoner in his own home, but he would prove to all these people that the ruthless Gideon was just that. He wasn't a thief like they had been made to believe and that he would show them he was actually a nice person.


The prince was defending a murderer, but wasn't every one of them in here a murderer? Sure, the scales were different, but given the chance, they wouldn't sit by and watch. They would get in on the action because that was the thrill that all lycans loved.


The Clattered Morning