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]

"Damn, that was a much-needed sleep, but I had nightmares. What a wastage of my sleep," Zelina complained as she woke up. It was already night time which meant that they were back on track. Everyone else seemed ready and they were just waiting for her.

Well, they didn't have a problem with that considering to win the war they had to be in their best forms. They needed to have recharged the strength they had used to attack the lycans earlier.

"We strike at midnight,'' Alanor stated and they all just let out sighs of agreement. That was enough time for them to feed on the body parts they had collected earlier, and even though they were covered in blood, they didn't seem to mind that.

On the other side of the Udrad gates was a nation in mourning. They had all felt the mind links break and it had broken a part of them.

To Save or To Ruin?