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]

The storm was cruel, but nothing was crueler than a sister killing her own sister. The blade that had been used by Edison was Nymeriah's. She should have been careful, should have made sure to keep Edison away, but in her selfishness, Nymeriah had broken the young Wynter's world.

"Mother—" Alanor whispered in the storm as he forced himself to walk towards Ulrike and Zelina, and Criselda who was already turning white.

The young Wynter made careful steps, worried that this was just another dream, like the one he had had about Unar. Of course, he knew Unar would never leave Udrad at this crucial moment, and his subconscious had been tripping into the one thing he missed the most.

So right here and now, Alanor hoped that this was just another nightmare. It had to be, because there was just no way this was happening to him again, right?

I Don't Wanna Lose Control [1]