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, Unar. You're here," Leroy said when he saw the young prince at the door, his eyes filled with tears while they were flowing down his cheeks.

They were witnessing something that could have possibly happened by a miracle and yet for some reason, this wasn't exactly the miracle stimulator they had hoped for.

Unar looked at the two elders and his best friend who was looking at him softly. There was no judgment in Fahima's eyes, just understanding, and love for the boy who had lost so much in one day.

She understood him, and was just reminding him that she would always show up for him, no matter what happened and no matter what the circumstances were.

"She really is dead," Unar whispered defeatedly as he walked towards his mother. He could see her smile and her beautiful face, even though all of that was diminished thanks to Alanor and his poison.

I Really Made A Monster?