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]

Criselda was tempted to save her son, but Alanor had put them in a barrier that protected them from the attacks. The high priestess of Greroth was desperate and wanted to help minimize the risks.

Then again, the son she wanted to save, was letting out maniacal laughs as he looked at Nymeriah who was sending a bunch of trunks to him and he wasn't even fazed. It was almost like Alanor wanted to see how far the woman would go, or maybe it was to test Alanor's limit.

Whatever it was they both were doing, was easily making Criselda into a mess. This wasn't how she lost the child she had loved for so long.

Somewhere in the fight, Criselda had managed to remember the young prince of Udrad, the man who loved Alanor more than he loved himself.

We All Need Reminders