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]

"He didn't come to negotiate with me on behalf of Edison," Alanor said softly once the lycan prince had gone. He had been thinking about how everything had gone in the past few hours and Unar, not even trying to defend his father, had gone crazy.

Alanor had expected the whole envoy to have something to say, but instead, Unar Stitt hadn't shown any interest in protecting the crown, or the interest in stopping Alanor's war.

"Impossible. Don't you see how he was looking at you?" Usman said and the chaotic trio just shook their heads, like they had been thinking in the same direction.

They had also seen the interactions. They had seen what had happened and frankly, they were thinking in the same line as Alanor.

This had never been a negotiation, it had been more of a lucky trial with the mate bond.

Turn. It. Off. Young Wynter.