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]

It was supposed to be a normal day in Udrad, a day when they tried their best not to give in to the pressures that came with who they really were. It was supposed to be a simple day, one in which they woke up happy without worrying about anything else.

However, as the sun rose that morning, as the skies smiled at the lycans of Udrad, and as they went on about their morning, they were met by the unexpected.

First, it was the unsettling winter wind. It was so cold, so harsh and so sudden that everyone rushed to get back into the house to seek shelter and get their warm clothing.

None of them had expected that when the winds slowed, when everything apparently went back to normal, they would have to deal with seventeen warlocks and three masters of chaos, seated at the palace gates, staring amusedly as Udrad once again tried to face it's new normal.

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