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]

Prince Unar hadn't said a word, even when he heard his people being slaughtered out there.

He had stayed silent and confusingly composed and hadn't made a move, not even when he could feel the mind links breaking and the warriors crying out from the burns they were getting from the magic blasts by the warriors.

It was almost like he was trying to prove something to himself, but then what was it that the prince had to prove when the fate of the whole kingdom was in his hands and he wasn't even doing anything?

"Your highness—" Zhurielle began, having noticed how crazy everything had gotten. She wanted to remind the prince of what he already knew, but then what was the assurance that all of them were possible?

What were the chances that their people would be hurt just like that and the prince wouldn't even bother to stand up for them?

I'm Sorry About This