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]

"Ow ow oww. I didn't do anything to the king I swear. I just burnt Nymeriah to ashes is all, oww," Alanor winced as Zelina pulled his ears like a mother scolding her son.

Ulrike, the warlocks and Heide were watching the madness from a distance, knowing so well that this time, the young Wynter was on his own. It was quite interesting, how everything had changed since they had gotten here.

It was hard to tell whether they were happy that Alanor had burnt Nymeriah, or they were sad about what their kid had become. Whatever it was, one thing was certain, the lycan warriors knew when to fall back.

"Why the fuck did you send Ulrike alone, huh? And you stayed behind? I would understand if you stayed for Unar but everyone in their sane mind knows better.

"So what were you doing?" Zelina insisted

Show Me Your Crazy [2]