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]

[THE SOUTHERN FOREST/ASTETA BORDER]

"He really came," Ulrike sighed, a smile plastered on his face as he looked at the dark form in the room.

Ulrike knew he was here, but not just for the party, which is why when thirty minutes later there was an alert for the hounds and the vampires guarding the reservoirs, they knew what he was here for.

To steal from them, but why were they both not pissed about it?

"Master, leader, we have a problem. The gold reservoirs are being attacked by the vigilantes. They Are attacking us consecutively. How do we go about this?" Galea, Zelina's right-hand man, said to his leader at the high table.

He looked pissed, but Zelina was calm about it, maybe she was keeping a level head, or maybe, she was curious to know what was going to happen then.

Just Another Dead Vampire, No?