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]

The Wynter nine's walk to the Udrad palace gates was not long but they could see the fear in the lycan warriors who were staring at them as if they wanted to plead for their lives they couldn't even do that.

Of course, it was a given, that if the lycans pleaded for mercy at this point in the war, their actions would easily be considered a betrayal to their country which was punishable by death anyway.

"They look so scared," Nymeriah commented softly as she looked at them. She had never seen lycans that scared of anyone, hell, not even Edison himself and the man was a pain in the ass to everyone who ever interacted with him.

However, there was nothing they could do, so instead, the Wynter nine just nodded at the poor lycan warriors as they made their way through the dead bodies and got closer and closer to the palace.

Enough!! I'm Here Now, Aren't I?