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]

"What?" Nour asked as he looked at his mate and then at the royal council. This man wasn't serious, right? But then again one look at Grant, and he knew the bastard was serious.

Nour was caught in a slight dilemma as he watched his mate with eyes that told Grant that the young prince was a few seconds away from snapping the enforcers' neck. He would do it for real this time and nothing would be done to Nour either way.

'Patience, Cass, patience,' the young prince said to himself, before reverting to the meek wolf he was known as. He couldn't show his claws out here right now because then it would mean something else.

The world was slowly changing, and with Alanor holding the lycan king prisoner, it was just a matter of time before the war came to the wolves. Oh, but it would be messy and greasy, but maybe, just maybe things would be alright.

Go, Fly Freely, My Little Buttefly