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]

"Oh, child. What happened to you?" Criselda finally let out as she cupped her son's face, like she wanted to know whether he was in pain and had been attacked, or if he was nursing broken bones.


Instinctively, she cast a light spell so that they wouldn't have to use their supersites. Of course warlocks didn't have that, or even vampires, but they all needed some warmth in their lives.


"Nothing mother, I'm sorry," Alanor said to Criselda before he turned to his friends who had been watching them embrace each other.


"I'm sorry I took too long to come. I really am," Alanor said as he waited for them to reprimand or curse at him.


He knew that it had to have been serious if Heide had volunteered to trigger the barrier that would without a doubt kill him if Alanor hadn't shown up on time. Alanor was sorry, he wanted to tell them till kingdom come and he would, if they let him.


I’ll Make It Right