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]

"Is this your doing?" Unar asked, his voice so cold and stiff, like he was taking to along time enemy.


He had just been making eye contact with Alanor, and his eyes were warm then, but he had changed, maybe because everyone was here and Unar wanted to know if the people he loved were safe, even if it meant safe from Alanor.


Alanor looked at Leroy and Ileus, wondering what the hell Unar was on about. Of course, he knew it had something to do with the snow, but surely they couldn't think that he made it snow while he was sleeping, no?


"What is what? The snow? You tell me, I'm not the one who barricaded Udrad for two weeks, and didn't bother to tell the only guest that had stayed, of the situation. By the way, you really do know how to host people.


The Young Wynter's Horrific Reality