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]

"Are you coming?" Nour asked Grant who was still in the living room, trying to find his way around nearly everything. He had been having a hard time with the kingship and frankly, that was expected.

He was a man who couldn't talk, and couldn't even think straight thanks to the horrible nightmares of what he did to his mate.

Granted, there wasn't much he could do other than apologize, and yet each time he tried to make an honest apology, he had even worse nightmares. He had made his peace with the fact that he would never be able to go back to normal. Then again it was a pitiful sight.

"Yeah. I just need to get myself a sweater. The weather outside is terrible. You should too," Grant said to his mate in the mingling and for a while, Nour looked at him warmly. This was the man he had been mated to, but then it was probably too late.

Do I Really Need To Come?