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 Cassius can," Criselda said and Zelina let out a deep frustrated sigh, before she went back to have a seat.

She couldn't believe they were even considering the werewolf king. It was one of the insane options Criselda had to have thought of, but then it wasn't like they had a whole life waiting for them at the moment or did they?

"We're jumping from one problem to another. I think we're doomed and we should just go back home and wait our time out, for the day he finds out the actual truth. It would be an easy and quick death for all of us instead of taking the long route," Zelina said as she looked at a sleeping Alanor.

She could tell that this time he was truly sleeping, knocked out by his own magic, since he didn't want to constantly wake up. Not to mention, he really ended up getting some sleep because he needed to recharge.

Forlorn Hopes [2]