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]

"We're just starting to have fun, don't close your eyes on me, Eddy, that wouldn't be nice of you, don't you think? Behave well, and maybe you might go back home to my sweet little mate, alright, or maybe I could help you out," Alanor said to the king who was in shock.

Edison Stitt was a shell of who he had once been and this time, the only mistake he did, was to growl at the lycans, to force the lycans to submit, even though he knew he had hurt them more than he could care to admit.

He had been a monster to them and he hadn't even been bothered by that little fact and it pissed Alanor off so much.

Seeing as the X-bars were a little high off the ground, Alanor ripped the king's body off the bars again, this time, throwing Edison on the ground. Everyone who was watching was wondering how the hell Edison Stitt was alive, but then that was the thing.

One Last Ride, For Udrad