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]

"I should have been a better son. I should have at least tried to be on the same page with her. I should have helped her when she was alone. I failed, Fahima, just like how I already failed Udrad.

"We have lost over eight hundred men in just a span of three days and I couldn't even do anything. What kind of a leader am I? What kind of a son am I?" Unar asked as he looked at his best friend.

He didn't think the question was tough to answer, but for the first time in so long, Unar needed someone to tell him he was doing okay. That he wasn't really feeling as much as his mate was bringing down the kingdom.

As Fahima looked at him, she knew that he was too hurt to even think straight.

The Queen's Goodbyes