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]

"But—" Criselda began, and Unar looked at her curiously, wondering what this woman's intention was to come to them, just when his mother dearest had died.  Surely she had to have some respect for the dead, right?

But what if it was never about Ilya? Then again, everything Criselda had done that related to the lycans had always been for Alanor, and Unar could tell that this was probably for him too, especially since the two warlocks wanted the key to Edison's pathway.

"No, Cris. And about the key, Edison took it fifty years ago. He said there was no point in holding on to it when there was no war anyway. He took the key.

"As for the tunnels, he made sure to use your sister to wipe out memories of the place, so no one knows where Edison's secret pathway is. Not even my sweet Ilya, that's what you were hoping for when you needed to bring her back to life.

Don't Beat Yourself Too Much