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]

"You dare sit on me, while my mate was watching? Do you know how hard I was urged to clean my reputation for him? Do you know how much I went through just so he wouldn't think of me as the hoe of Greroth?

"And you just had to fucking ruin that too, didn't you? Just like you ruin everything else, huh?" Alanor asked as he walked over to Edison.

Everyone had gotten out of his path, and they were confused as hell. The man who killed without thinking twice, the man who ruined and roed, was out here fighting the king for tainting his innocence? Was that even right?

"Wait, Alanor… I just wanted to know if I was the only one hurting from the silver, dammit," the king whispered defeatedly as he watched Alanor stalk towards him angrily. He had good intentions, but his curiosity was bound to ruin him after all.

The young Wynter wasn't slowing in his steps. He wasn't going to forgive this either.

Please... Look At Me