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]

'Dammit,' Nymeriah cursed internally as she noticed the state she was in. She could see her sister watching her worriedly, while also asking silent questions about why Nymeriah had done this.

Of course, Criselda already knew why she did it, but no amount of preparation could have gotten the woman to this point. She hadn't expected that her sister of all the people would be the one in the bunker.

Then again, desperation did make people do stupid things for the people they loved. And right now, Nymeriah was one of the overly desperate people.

The magic in the barriers was killing Nymeriah slowly, and even Edison, but she needed to find a way to get her answers or get out of here altogether. She hated being trapped, because it made her feel like her magic was worthless.

Well, in this case, it really was and there was no denying it anyway.

Survival For The Craziest