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]

"Are you sure your blood will work?" Ulrike asked Alanor as they stood before the Udrad gates. It was one thing to believe he was a member of Udrad and another to expect that his blood would grant them entry.

Of course, they could just punch the gates with magic, but Alanor figured they had already caused enough damage, and wanted to be civilized.

In his defense, he had argued that the warriors outside the gates hadn't been nice, hence he had been forced to kill them, but was that really enough for what he was doing at the moment?

Maybe he was seeking validation, but why would he, when he already had a team that was willing to get to the pits of hell with him?

"Yeah, it should," Alanor said as he cut his wrist and let his blood flow into the pod that locked the gates.

Alanor's Recipe For Disaster