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]

"Here goes nothing," Nymeriah sighed in pain as she struggled to cloak their presence in the Midlands. It was a stupid idea, one that would land her in even worse trouble. But then she had already pissed the broken lycan. And as she had reminded herself, all this was for her son.

The cloaking spell did take a lot of Criselda's energy, but it was something she needed. If Alanor saw what she was about to do with Edison, then Nymeriah would have the misfortune of being a childless mother.

Looking around her, Nymeriah knew she had to make another choice. She hated that she had to do a lot of spells, but then that was the magnitude of Alanor's spell of magic. The son of Wynter had invested his rage and contempt for betrayal in all his spells.

How Desperate Was He Anyway?