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]

"Alright then, you wanna play? Let's balance the field then,'' Alanor said to Nymeriah who was staring at Alanor curiously.

She was aware that the Wynter kid had so many tricks up his sleeve, especially given that the young Wynter had lived with the warlocks for so many years; but maybe at the end of the day, Alanor was always going to be just a  kid, right?

But then he was the kid mated to her son. That was a truth Nymeriah hadn't even had the chance to process, because of Edison and the damning barrier, but she hoped that once all of this was done she would.

However, could she ever even get the chance after playing catch with the angry young Wynter anyway?

"First of all, good morning. I didn't greet you like we should greet our elders," Alanor said to Nymeriah as he blasted her right leg with a bomb of magic, and sent Nymeriah flying in the air from the blast.

Of Pleasant Sparring Mornings