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]

"Huh?" Criselda asked confusedly, as she looked at her calm son. It was almost like Alanor knew something they didn't, and sure enough, he did.

"Don't worry mother, everything will be alright. But don't blame me if I snap her neck for betraying me," Alanor said softly to Criselda, and they could all feel the warning signs making a show. It really was a bad idea if the young Wynter was this calm about what Nymeriah had done.

They were terrified on Nymeriah's behalf and frankly they had every reason to.

"Oh, and mother, we're done with the cleanup. Blood stains and we have also eaten. We'll take a bath later, because there are more important things to worry about right now," Alanor said, and Zelina looked at him curiously.

Of Unworthy Risks [2]