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]

"Unar no," Ilya began but she couldn't even breathe right.

Ilya felt her chest constricting and the blood filling her lungs. This wasn't the way she had planned to die, but then with Alanor and his humanity gone, anything could happen. Alanor didn't care and Unar had to bear the burden of their bond.

Unar looked at his mother, not sure if he had heard the woman right. Was she being serious right now? She was already on her way to the grave and she still thought that it was not right for Unar to go after the person who had put her there.

"What do you mean no, huh?" Unar asked angrily as he sat on the ground, holding onto his mother for dear life.

He had never thought he would feel lonely, but he was, right here in the middle of a war that had just begun. Unar never thought he could always be the one on the losing end. He was losing the one person he thought he'd never lose and that fucked him up.

What Manner of Love Is This? [2]