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 nine warriors were done with the introductions, but it seems like the trio still had an issue with Nymeriah. They needed to iron things out with the women and make sure that their stories were similar when they talked and maybe that was also why they wanted to talk to Nymeriah.

"Hey kid, can we borrow Nymeriah?" Ulrike asked and Alanor looked at him skeptically. They were currently seated at the touring table, while everyone else had dispersed.

Alanor had told them they had until sundown to get themselves prepared and to gather as many fruits as they needed, because the moment they left here, he was going to burn down the house.

It was expected because he didn't need to do anything that could lead to him being tracked down, especially by his enemy, and boy had he made a lot recently.

Yes… He Is Yours