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]

"Good morning father, you look great as usual," Unar said as he walked into Edison's chamber. The king was still in bed, and he looked so terrible it was heartbreaking. He had dark circles around his eyes proof that he hadn't slept a wink for the past few days.

He was getting worse everyday, and Unar's heart was slowly breaking for him. Of course, he knew his father was trying to do everything he could to make sure their people would be ready for Alanor, but damn he was working overtime.

It was almost like the king was obsessed, and yes he was. But this time he wasn't obsessed with Alanor, no. He was obsessed with keeping his son safe. It was something he had promised he would do, and a duty that he would make sure to fulfill.

Let Me, Father