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]

*My house caught fire last night lol, feels like I'm in a nightmare sigh, anyway, enjoy!

"Are you guys sure this is a good idea? What if anyone tries to attack Greroth?" Zelina asked worriedly. Alanor was an anger magnet, one that would probably bring together the factions who wanted him dead.

Sure there were people he had harmed with good reason but then sometimes, the anger blinded people and they wanted revenge, letting Alanor go to the funeral meant bringing all of the young Wynter's enemies to Greroth.

It also meant that Alanor would be in his most fragile state, one so perfect for Nymeriah and Edison to take a jab at him again.

"Then I will be the first person they meet. And I will ruin them before they even try to throw a stray leaf into our home," Alanor said with conviction and the warriors let out a smile. They thought that Alanor was different for them and they had long accepted that.

I Won't Fail Again