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]

"Goodnight everyone, I'll take it from here," Alanor suddenly said while they were eating, making the vigilantes, Zhurielle and Unar look at him like he was insane. Maybe he was, because he had a lot on his mind.

The vigilantes didn't even have to be told twice because they got up and moved four steps towards the door, as they waited for Alanor's next command.

They didn't want to do anything that could rile up the young Wynter, given they had heard the conversation between Unar and Zhurielle too.

However, they know that the conversation had a different context, but Alanor didn't. And that made him feel like his brains are going to blow up any moment.

"Goodnight sires," the vigilantes and Zhurielle said to their masters, before they bowed and left the room. The young Wynter then walked to the door and locked it, before he turned to look at his worried mate.

At Least Tell Me Why