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]

[T/W: mentions of rvpe and Assault. If you're not comfortable with the above topics, please do not read this chapter]

"Please don't," Nour begged, when Grant stared at him coldly, as he ripped off his shirt and pants. Nour could feel the cold hitting his thighs as the clothes he had been covered in, fell to the floor, and with them was his dignity, and will to fight his mate, again.

Grant ignored his mate's request, instead, he pushed Nour's head to the side, to grant him access to the place he had marked the young wolf. Defeatedly, Nour had no option but to comply, even though he felt sparks flowing between them from the contact.

He wished his mate would react to the emotions flowing between them, but it seemed like Grant was an emotional wall that Nour was never going to e able to get through.

The Devil He Loved [2]