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]

*Should've been 1 super long chap to make more sense, but then I divided the chap into 2 because it was long and at the same time, needed to be that long.

"And what can we do to help?" Usman asked, looking hopefully at a distraught Crielda.

The team needed to find a way out of this, and if Nymeriah's call for help was what they needed to attend to first, then they would. Maybe then, they would find an easier way out of the mess they had all been forced into.

Criselda was thinking on overdrive and at the same time, she was worried about what Alanor would make of all this. She didn't want her son to come after the vigilantes and blame them for not being good enough, but at the same time, she didn't want the vigilantes to live their lives in regret.

That wasn't what Alanor would have wanted for them and she knew that so well.

Thank You, For Holding The Fort [1]