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]

Saying goodbye to the hound and the vampire warrior of Asteta was obviously the easiest part of Grant's journey. And it wasn't because he was scared of traveling alone or that the warlocks would sever his head from his neck.


He knew he would have to hit the highway that linked Acrod and Greroth; the road that smelled of his once broken heart, which was obviously still broken. Granted, he had accepted Nour as his mate, and was wishing Alanor the best, but it didn't mean that he wasn't hurting.


"Deep breaths, and positive thoughts, Grant," he convinced himself once the scent of the flowers Alanor had planted hit him. He had told himself he would never make the trip down to Greroth, and yet here and now, he was headed there because of someone so important to him.


I Come For The Young Wynter