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 was watching over us for the night, so we wouldn't be ambushed by Udrad lycans. And before I get into more trouble, I'm going to go back to sleep. Is that okay with you, aunt Nymeriah?" Alanor said, his tone full of sarcasm, but with a smile plastered on his face like an obedient kid.

He was never letting go of the fact that Nymeriah had been the reason he had stumbled a little and while it was probably unfair of him Alanor needed someone to blame for his failures at the moment, not that he cared who got hurt in the process anyway.

Just as long as it wasn't his favorite trio, because humanity or not, he would kill for them.

"This little imp," Nymeriah vegan but Criselda stopped her.

Forlorn Hopes [1]