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]

"Cris, this is Unar, the crown prince—" Leroy began and Criselda completed his statement.

"The crown prince,... and Edison's son, yeah? I know," Criselda said coldly that anyone could think she had something against Unar. But then now that she mentioned Edison, Unar could once again feel the shadow of his father's misdeeds clouding his attempts at happiness.

The high priestess of Greroth was elegant and oozed a lot of power. She looked like she was ready to tear Udrad into pieces if they so much as dared to hurt her son.

"Yes, ma'am," Unar swallowed thickly as he looked at Criselda. Now that he was up close with her, Unar could finally see why she was so dangerous.

She looked like the woman to kill first and ask questions later and she seemed to do that so well, because they hadn't even spoken much and Unar could feel himself sweating. He knew he was the prince, but damn this woman was giving him the chills.

We Need To Talk... About The Past