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]

"No. No. No. Not today of all the days, fuck, no," Alanor said as he paced back ad forth around the king's study. 


He looked like he was about to lose his sanity and frankly, that was how he was feeling. He wanted it to not be true. It just couldn't be true. Heide couldn't be dying and yet all this time in Udrad, and he hadn't even felt a connection back home. 


Alanor felt like he had betrayed his family. He felt like he had left them alone. Fahima had told him about something happening in the Midlands. 


What if Alanor was just enjoying his life while his friends were dying desperately out there? 


Alanor was scared, but more than that, Alanor was tense. He was pissed, he was experiencing all sorts of emotions that he hadn't even realized when he put his hair in his signature man bun. He wasn't paying attention to anything, as he thought and looked around. 


Forgive Me, My Unar