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]

[ACROD]

"Are you alright?" Zelina asked when she walked into the bed chamber with Nour. She knew this was hard for him, but they needed to do this. She was sorry for making him reopen his wounds, and she could only wish that he would fight to stay on the surface, even for a while longer.

"Yeah, yeah. I just needed some air," Nour said with a smile on his face, one he had practiced one too many times. He was the mighty werewolf prince and yet he was broken by his mate, probably beyond repair.

Hearing Grant's apology felt like a punch to the gut, because he knew that there would probably come a day when the universe would choose to be kind to the man and Nour wouldn't have a choice save for accepting it. He wasn't ever going to be ready for that and he knew it too.

Why Am I Even Here?