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]

[Still, Eight Hours Ago.]

'Oh Al, did you reach where you were going safely? Are you hurt? Do you need care? Are you alone out there? What if you get attacked? Maybe you should growl and let me help you out, I wouldn't mind. I really hope you're okay," Unar said to himself.

Unar knew he was rambling in his head. But then it wasn't like there was anything he could do anyway. Alanor had already gone and he was left here, alone with his thoughts and worries for the man who could take care of himself.

Well, at least Alanor didn't reject him, right? However, was that consolation enough? Unar knew that their bond was crucial at this point but he hoped it wouldn't be broken by the endless challenges that were headed their way.

"I'll wait for you, Al," Unar whispered with slumped shoulders as he made himself comfortable in the dungeon.

Hold Me While We Wait