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]

"He'll hate me, but I need to find that damned woman, emergency or not," Alanor insisted and kept searching, sniffing, and calling out for the woman's magic. He hated that woman so much that he wanted to see her gone. He wasn't even going to waste any time.

The young Wynter didn't care that this was a possible trap by Unar, given the young Prince hadn't shown up since. All he wanted was his revenge and he was going to get it starting from Nymeriah herself.

"Nymeriah… where are you, sweet little aunt? I'm looking for you… It's me, your favorite nephew. I just wanna talk and make things right with you. Point me in your direction, then I can show up, as fast as possible.

"Nymeriah…." Alanor called out in a singsong voice that creeped out anyone who was listening.

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