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]

"Please come with me," Zhurielle said to Alanor who was staring at her, making the woman feel a cold chill run down his spine. She had been tasked with imprisoning the most dangerous lycan and rogues of the midlands and she was worried for her own life this time.

There were chances that the young Wynter would snap and lash out at her and she couldn't even be able to do a thing about it. It was almost like a given, but it was the crazy kind, because everyone was on the edge of their seats in the royal square.

"I will walk myself to the king's dungeons, Zhurielle, but only after I'm done with my agenda here. Do not worry, I pose no harm to the lycans of Udrad. My quarrels are with the lycan king.

"You might want to move back a little unless you want to be collateral damage,'' Alanor said casually to Zhurielle, and Unar facepalmed. His mate was a psycho, his psycho, but here and now, he was scaring even more people.

Alanor, The Lycan King's Prisoner [2]