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 he okay?" Criselda asked, making the human look at her like she was talking Greek.

They sincerely had no clue about who the warlock was talking about, but it seemed like she was serious.

Which could mean they were probably asking about the hounds they attacked. Or the werewolf king that their boss attacked? Or maybe the people they had killed so far? Or their boss? Then again it was impossible.

The vigilantes worked their missions without giving up their positions or even the fact that their boss was a male.

"Who now?" Usman asked with a bored tone as he looked Criselda straight in the eyes. He wasn't going to falter, when no amount of magic would work on them.

Well, if they want combat mode they would be able to fight a little. But they had been trained, so they were okay. Besides these warlocks knew nothing about them other than the fact that they were barbaric and had no humanity.

The Unexpected of Trades