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]

"Your highness, the king calls for you," a royal warrior showed up at the Wynter house where the trio was. 


Unar pretended not to hear him, and the warrior had to speak up again. Alanor looked at Unar and then at the warrior who had shown up. he could tell that the young prince had blocked off his father and that was something that piqued his curiosity indeed. 


Granted, Alanor was having an emotional turmoil right now, but to have the king call for the prince just when they had come to the Wynter house, had to mean that either this place had potent magic that even the king and his son wouldn't be able to link, or the prince had blocked his father. 


Alanor was more than willing to bet on the first one. The amount of magic that was around this house was too intense, but alanor didn't do anything. Instead, he just ate out a small naughty smile as he looked at Fahima.


Please Be Safe