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]

"Oh, hello there big sis, you look good in that armor. But I'm assuming you're in it because your stupid husband is hiding somewhere in this palace, and you gotta protect your little son, no?" Alanor said as he looked proudly at Unar and Ilya.

Of the things Unar had been expecting to form his mate, this had to be, by far, the worst of the possible truths. It was the one thing the young prince had never thought would ever come into existence not even once.

Unar executed a lot of things for Udrad, but this? This was certainly not it. This wasn't what he wanted. This wasn't what he had hoped for. This right here, was nothing he wanted. He wanted to go back in time and make things right.

Not A Time For Uncertainties