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]

"Is that why you let them go to Ulrike and Zelina when you care about them?" Nymeriah asked, and Alanor stopped in his tracks, before he rushed to the woman who was already inside his house, and began choking her with his magic.

He didn't care that she looked tiny, because he could tell that she had been alive for so many years, if she was a warlock who was outside of Greroth.

If anything the warlocks moved to Greroth three hundred years ago, which meant that Nymeriah had to be more than that. And by Alanor's count, that was enough for her to be a spy for the warlocks, or for one of the factions; and that was too much of a risk, even for him.

"Who are you and what do you really want?" Alanor asked angrily, not letting go of his magic on Nymeriah's neck.

He Was Always Watching