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]

After the failed breakfast attempt and yet very successful cover-up by Unar, Alanor cast a spell to make them some fine breakfast as they stayed in the Wynter compound.

For a moment it was almost like both of them had forgotten everything about their current reality. They were supposed to be a prisoner, while the other was the master. It was not complicated though, because Alanor had stayed behind, ready to pay for all that he had done.

"The next time you get hurt, make sure to tell me alright?" Alanor said for the hundredth time, as he fixed Unar up.

The burn mark got him suspicious because he had tried to think of anything in the Wynter kitchen that could result in such burn marks, but he had failed to know. Maybe his mate was telling the truth, but why did Alanor feel like there was more to it?

You're My World... My Lifeline