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]

Alanor wasn't sure if he could handle seeing his mate in agony and if the mark was going to make that agony less by a fraction, he was more than willing to do it.

However, at the same time, the thought of the prince leading a kingdom without a mate, the prince hoping for him, waiting for him for so many years, or even the things Alanor would probably be doing, didn't sit right with him.

That was too much to pin on his mate.

Once he was done with Edison, Alanor wasn't sure where she was foreign to. Probably the human lands with the vigilantes, but damn, he had never thought that there would come a day when someone would want him for who he was.

That was basically what Unar was saying and frankly, Alanor was even more confused.

"How long have you been thinking about this?" Alanor asked delicately, gently pulling the prince from his neck so that he and Unar would be staring at each other.

Do What You Must, Quit Worrying