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]

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With all that was currently happening, Alanor couldn't deny the fact that he was feeling uncertain about the choice he had just made. He hated goodbyes more than anyone else, and yet all he had done this time was say goodbye to the only family he had known.

He had wanted them to stay, but maybe they had a point.

He needed to grow on his own and find out things that worked for him and those that didn't. His path with vengeance had ended and now he would be living with his mate, the prince of the lycans.

Alanor was conflicted between being glad about everything and letting go.

"Be careful, remember no one can stop us from reaching you and no amount of magic can hold you alright. All you have to do is breathe in the usual patterns and we will find a way alright?" Heide had said before he had the warlocks bid Alanor goodbye.

His Curtain Call