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]

"Defend the gates,'' Unar said to Armando who then just nodded at his people.

It was a stupid idea, waiting for the most powerful people in the midlands in the name of them trying to save their home, but then it was their responsibility, right. They had a duty to Udrad, no matter how dangerous things were.

Shaking in anger and fear not to mention the anxiety of the unknown, the three hundred lycan warriors at the gates wanted the Wynter team out, and sure enough, after what felt like an hour, they were at the gates and boy did the warriors look at each other in shock.

This wasn't what they had expected, not ever.

"My prince, the leaders of all the midlands factions are here, except for the wolves. And they have the cloaked vigilantes with them-

Meeting The Lords of Death [1]