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]

The ride to Acrod was expectedly short, considering how fast Ulrike and Grant were going on their horses.


They both hoped to save Heide, even more than they hoped to see Alanor. Alanor would without doubt take care of himself, but a weak Heide in a magical barrier that slowly ate away life, was more important at the moment.


"Hello sire," Delbert greeted Grant as they walked through the Acrod gates.


It had been a while since they had seen each other and frankly, Delbert was happy for them, but Grant couldn't help but notice that Delbert was looking outside the gates, like he was expecting someone else to have come with Ulrike and Grant.


Grant didn't pay too much attention to it, because maybe, just maybe, Delbert was thinking that the psychotic vampire had tagged along. Zelina always walked her pace and never gave a damn about time, so maybe this was just about her.


However, what if Delbert was waiting for someone else?


The Permissions Before Uncertainties