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]

"Where's the warlock?" Ulrike asked and the wolf just shrugged at him, not even caring that the hound was probably in agony.


Something was certainly wrong with the forest, and Ulrike knew for a fact that if they didn't pull down the barrier, then everyone in there would be dead in three days.


Everyone, including Heide, and right now, he didn't have the strength to deal with an overly pissed Alanor, which was what would happen if they didn't find a solution soon. Oh, how harsh their reality was about to get.


Ulrike considered summoning his magic, but he couldn't do that without knowing what he was getting into. If he used his magic wrongly, then he would be facing his own wrath, because the magic would deflect and he would probably be wounded for life.


In Which The Worst Was Triggered