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]

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When Alanor had told Unar that he was practicing atonement, Unar was finally convinced that his mate was thinking in reverse. There was just no way that the man they all knew was ever going to even consider atonement.

The man was the face of all murders and impunities and more than anything, Alanor Wynter was the face of the impolite fuck-you's. Here and now, Unar was convinced that his mate was going insane, but that wasn't even the only thing Alanor had in mind today.

What he said next, made Unar convinced a little more that his mate was not in the right state of mind.

"I'm surrendering, Unar. Not for the murder of Ilya or even stupid Nymeriah, no. I, Alanor Gideon Wynter, of house Wynter, am surrendering for murdering king Edison Stitt, the lycan king of Udrad," Alanor Said casually as he showed the prince his hands so Unar could cuff him.

A Little Too Easy