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]

"Father, are you doing this?" Unar asked carefully, hoping to the goddess that his father wasn't going nuts. The last time Edison had stood at the window of the palace was when Borden had died and he hadn't said much then. So Unar was right to be worried about him.


"No, son. I wanted to ask you the same. Did you ask our warlock to do this?" Edison asked. 


At first, Unar was confused, but then he remembered the prisoner warlock they had in the dungeons, the man his father had kept there for over three hundred years.


 It was almost like the very existence of the warlock was making Edison sane.


"No, I didn't. This is all so weird. I have never seen anything like this," Unar responded as he watched their people excited outside their houses. 


They seemed so happy. Well, they had always been happy but today was a little different, especially since they had been locked down in their home. This was their thanks to the king or what was happening.


The King Calls For You [1]