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]

Zelina looked into her mate's eyes, hoping to know what it was that seemed to trouble the great Ulrike of the Southern forest.


Granted, they had troubles at the moment, especially with the disappearance of Alanor, but Zelina knew that there was something more. And when she watched her mate watch Grant, she knew that the young enforcer had done something that could probably cost him a future.


Maybe the universe would be kind to him, but if Grant wasn't careful, then he wouldn't even have a future, to build with Nour. He would lose it all, and that would be his worst nightmare. Zelina knew first hand how harsh the losses could get, hell even Ulrike knew it, but this wasn't their battle.


This one was Grant's war, and they could only wish him the best.


Until We Meet Again, My Asteta