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]

Staring at the high priest who was hanging in the air, Alanor thought of the things that he and Heide would have been doing if this hadn't happened.

Granted, they would most definitely be fighting for their life against Criselda or even trying to hide and failing, but then they would be a family. They wouldn't be worrying about the life they had to live now that the world seems to want to crash on them.

Alanor felt hopeless and he figured since he needed some company, he could tap into Heide's subconscious.

They could keep each other company, considering the night was getting lonelier, now that even the animals had made a run from the beast, thanks to the endless spells he had cast in the forest.

The Young Wynter’s Stepping Stone