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]

"Everyone just shut up, please!" Zelina whined as she struggled to get up.

She had slept for a little too long, but she didn't seem to mind that today. The only thing she wanted was to get more sleep. It was like she was compensating for the long hours they had spent last night preparing a reasonable camp and making sure everyone was accounted for.

They built one huge shelter that could house the nine of them. It was crazy but then they had opposed Alanor's suggestion to have three shelters.

It could have been easier to put up, but they wanted unity through and through, and what better way than to put nine assassins in one room, right?

"It's almost mid-morning," Aida said and Zelina threw a garment at her.

"Doesn't mean you guys should be making noise. Goodness you people make me miss my bed," Zelina continued and they just burst out laughing.

He's Here, Everyone