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]

Worried for their young prince, the lycans of Udrad chose to take the hard choice of making things right, even when they felt more than alone. Life was not kind to them, but then it wasn't like there was much they could do.

They had invested a lot of time and resources in fixing their home, trying to patch things up, and more than anything, encouraging the prince to face his demons.

It was a rough life, but one they would go for any time, and seeing how things were going for them, they could proudly say it was worth it. But would it really be worth it when their worlds clashed?

"How far along are we?" Unar asked when he saw Fahima, Ileus, and Leroy back at the palace again. They had been doing this for almost a week now, and each time the prince suggested that he go out there and be with his people, this trio was adamant about his healing.

Come Along... Your Highness