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.

----
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]

"What the fuck?" Unar questioned again, though this time, it was directed to Fahima.


Fahima looked at her best friend whose angry eyes had not settled on her. She knew him so well and she knew that he would really give her the scolding of the year like the older sibling he was supposed to be to her. So before the prince could say anything, Fahima spoke.


"He refused to stay at the palace and insisted that he wanted to go back home. I think he knew his people would come to him.


"I tried stopping him, but I couldn't," Fahima said, her tone so respectful that no one would ever guess that he spent most of their time with Unar, trying to spank the prince into reality and leading a normal life.


The warlocks at the gates watched the two best friends talk, before their eyes settled on one of their own, who looked like literal shit. The urge to break through barriers and heal him was so intense that they wanted to spank some sense into him.


The Suspicious Prince