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]

[1 week later]

The mourning period was still in progress, but the warriors, Alanor, and Heide knew they didn't have to stay here a little longer. They had gone through their grief and while they were still yet to accept that the high priestess was gone, they knew they had to take up arms and fight back.

They had been in silence the whole week, each of them to their thoughts, thinking, bargaining with the fates and in the end, the only option left was for them to get up and take the long road to Udrad.

It was going to be a strenuous battle, one that aced without a warning, but that was it. They didn't care this time.

"Are you guys ready?" Alanor asked the warriors who bellowed in happiness, something that only happened when they were excited about war.

The Bond That Was Forced on Him