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?" Nymeriah breathed out, the disbelief making her feel dizzy. This man really was a piece of work and she was just realizing it now.

"I hope this doesn't make you go back on your word. You wanted the truth, so here it is. I was the one who came into the dungeon that night and fathered your child. I wanted a child I could use against the warlocks.

"Making a bunch of lycans show up at your dungeon, and defiling you was the only way out. But I was the first. That kid up the throne is my son, but with you, and not Ilya. do with that what you may. But you needed answers and I gave them to you.

"Now can we please, get out of here?" Edison asked nonchalantly like he didn't just tell Nymeriah that her son was his too.

Her little love was his, and he had known all these years.

In Which The Son 'Saved' The Father