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]

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As Unar and his friends went to the dungeons the weather outside was unusually slowing down. It wasn't at the expected rate, especially for a weather that had been a little too chaotic. It was almost like it was instantly stopping.

"Is it me or did the rains just stop?" Fahima asked and Ileus looked at her like she was crazy, given the intensity of the weather. But when they looked through the windows in the palace hallways, they could see the same thing.

It was a strange phenomenon, one that held the answer that scared both Ileus and Leroy. However, even then, they hoped that all of this was just speculation. They hoped that the floors and the lightning strikes accord the midlands had just been mother nature doing her work.

But a part of them knew it wasn't.

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