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]

For six weeks there was no information on Alanor and his friends were worried about him. They weren't looking for him to stop the war, no. 


This was personal to them. It was more than just hoping that the beast would come and save them, but the worry of what Alanor had done or what had happened to him. 


No one had heard shit from Udrad for six whole weeks, or even seen the lycans roaming around as usual; it was almost like there were never any lycans in the realm in the first place. That was so weird and they all could agree that Udrad's radio silence was not encouraging at all. 


"This is insane. No one has heard anything from Udrad, and we're just going to pretend like everything's okay?" Zelina asked, and Ulrike looked at her hopelessly. They had been fighting the rogues for so long now. 


So many lives had been lost and they knew a lot would be lost across the midlands if something happened to Alanor.


The Messenger of Death