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]

"You're the king now, Unar," Fahima said to her best friend who just sighed as he turned to look at the trion in the room with him. He knew they were always going to stay by his side no matter what happened and he liked that, but he wasn't ready to be the king.

Unar knew he was still young and he had a lot to learn. He had always been in the field training with the warriors he had lost and now, all he had left, was nothing but the pointless title of a failed prince

A title that he had branded himself, despite his people thinking otherwise. Maybe it really would take time for Unar to heal, but until then, he wasn't sure he could ascend the damn throne just yet.

"No, Fahima. My father is alive out there. He is still breathing, and as long as king Edison still exists, he is always going to be the king. Besides, I don't know shit about ruling, and that too ruling the lycans.

I Am No King