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]

Udrad was on fire and the chaos hadn't even officially started. Families were in pain and now, Unar Stitt was experiencing the same pain. He was in the worst possible state and to think that he didn't even have his father to keep him sane or even hold his hand in the pain.

Unar felt like he was completely and utterly alone and the worst part of all this, was that everyone in Udrad was depending on him to save them. He was the only person strong enough to get to the bottom of this and propose a truce.

Even then, it was an impossible bargain, because the man he could have given up, had managed to disappear at the first sign of distress.

The Udrad lycans were hiding in their houses, looking through their windows, scared to get out because of the war that their warriors and stronger men were a part of. The battle was between nine people and the whole of Udrad warriors and even then, the lycans were already defeated.

What Manner of Love Is This? [1]