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 evening was quiet in Udrad, but nothing was as quiet as Alanor. He was busy thinking of all the things that could have happened and the possibility that someone was lying to him. 


He sure hoped that Fahima hadn't lied about sending a message to Greroth, because then, he would distrust his mate, and that was frankly not what Alanor wanted. Not for himself and certainly not for his bond with Unar. 


Alanor may have been hesitant to accept his mate or even acknowledge him, but he liked Unar, and he would possibly say that he was in love with Unar already. 


However, Alanor had learned the hard way not to put emotions before his mission and desire for revenge, and that was something that would remind himself, until the day he watched Edison's empire fall, and Edison himself, take his last breath. That was the only goal right now.


The Snow In Summer