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]

[Sixteen Years Ago]

The lycans were known as the strongest creatures in the supernatural world, but here and now, they were weak and pathetic. They had no choice, no voice, and most importantly, they had nothing. They were just creatures that the King manipulated as he saw fit.

And they would never have a choice, the king had made sure of that.

"All hail Udrad!" the king said and the crowd cheered on. The excitement was sickening, and the pain was so raw in the eyes of Alanor's parents. The sound of hearts breaking could be heard in the cheers, and the apologies too, a reminder of how hopeless Udrad was.

"Bring forward the victims of this heinous crime!" The King said to his warriors who came forward with an older couple, leaving the crowd with their mouths on the forest floor.

Let's Reminisce, Shall We? [3]