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]

"Yes I am, I promise, son. You keep doing your work, and I'll just be here keeping you company I know you don't have to share what you're working on, so just work son, I'll be right here in case you need me," Ilya said to her son before she got up and went in the direction of Unar's books.


She needed something to keep her busy while she watched over her him. It had been a while since she had done this and she knew Unar was suspicious, but she could only hope that her son wasn't with questions, because Ilya was honestly not in the right state to answer any questions.


Everything about her was revolving around her son and brother who fate had decided to make a fool of.


"Alright,  I'll be here reviewing these reports. If you need anything, mother, please let me know," Unar said to his mother before he went back to the reports his father had given him.


How Do I Know I Like Him?