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]

The Udrad gates were huge and somewhat unrealistic, but they did their job really well and right now, there were a bunch of Greroth people out there who would probably cause harm to the lycans of Udrad. 


Unar had been sighing constantly, like he was being forced to grow up, but then it wasn't like this was just one of the many duties of the crown prince. 


He could feel the fear of the lycans running back to their homes to hide, and that shit made him feel terrible for housing Alanor. He had taken him and now his people were worried about the imminent threat from the warlocks.


"Hold up, we need to compose ourselves first,'' Leroy said and they fixed themselves to make it seem like they didn't smell like a tavern. However, it seems like anyone had the guts to question today anyway.


"Alright, now I can open them,'' Leroy said as he opened the gates. 


The Warlocks At The Udrad Gates