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]

"Prince Unar, so you do know how to keep time," Alanor greeted as he looked at his mate. He wanted to stay in the moment but he couldn't, not with everyone who was watching them from a distance.

Alanor knew that he would have to cope at a later time, which is why he looked at the prince, and let out a beastly smirk. He could see the prince almost losing control and he loved that it wasn't just him feeling overwhelmed with emotions anymore.

"Let's get to business, yeah?" Unar said and Alanor just worked at him knowingly. Of course, this was expected. He just loved that the prince was using his brains this time.

"Set the table," Alanor said to Hakim who snapped his hands, and there was suddenly a table with two seats on opposite sides. It was a wooden rectangular table, with drinks on it, like they were trying to tell the crown prince that he could feel at home.

Then again, nothing about this was heartwarming.

The Last Meeting