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 vigilantes had once been powerful people with excellent careers in their world. People known to their world and people who could have changed their worlds, but then they had been cast aside by their enemies, for simply being too powerful.

Some were cast away because of jealousy, but they had lost more than you could. Their faces were in every archive of the human news, all they had to do was use the tech in the human realm to find themselves. But maybe then, they would still find people who loved them, right?

Besides, love didn't discriminate.

"Well, do we have to leave now?" Hakim asked. He felt like they were being shooed away, but wasn't it just that anyway? It was easier like this, because if Alanor woke up and felt like he didn't need them anymore, he would cut short their lives and that wouldn't have been fair play.

Thank You, For Holding The Fort [2]