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]

"—Not to worry about Gideon though. He told me he was going to keep up with his training since he hadn't been home for two months.

"I'll go now, and please clean up," Celia said before she left the five warriors of the midlands looking at each other before smelling their clothes and frowning at themselves.

Honestly, Celia had given a nicer description of them really, because they could think of a hundred reasons why they were never going to hold a jug of beer again.

"We really do stink of alcohol. What the hell just happened to us?" Grant spoke and for the first time, they remembered that he was here with them. However, what they needed to understand was how they had gotten to the state.

"I don't believe that he's with the warriors training," Criselda voiced when the stench of their own clothes had gotten too much.

Maybe This Isn’t Goodbye