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]

"That was a much-needed nap, goddamn," Heide said as he woke up.

Since the attack by the rogues he had felt like his body was giving up on him and frankly, he had been worried about that too. He hadn't expected Alanor to show up but the young Wynter did show up, and saved him.

At that thought, he looked around him, hoping to see the kid who had saved his life this time. Of course, Alanor was probably blaming himself, but Heide was going to make things right. The last time they had slept and he promised to wake Alanor up in three hours.

Well, clearly it was more than three hours because he could feel the earth getting warmer.

"Oh shit, he will curse at me real good this time," Heide said, stretching his body given that he was feeling a little too tired. He felt like he had been sleeping for so many years.

The Five Senior Drunks of Greroth