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]

"Wow, this is perfect. I remember all of these, and the memories! Thank you for getting this done,'' Alanor said excitedly as he watched the festival set before him.

It did seem like some sort of an illusion because everything seemed a little too perfect but then Unar had planned for this and there was no denying that he had made this possible for his crazed yet excited mate.

When Alanor had asked for a festival last week, he hadn't expected that Unar would actually consider throwing a huge ass festival for him like this.

It was something he had thought would be small, and just for a while, but what he was looking at was the grand festival of Udrad, one of the largest festivals in the history of Udrad and even the midlands.

It was the festival that was meant just for lycans, but also the festival that all the other factions had wanted to be part of.

The Grand Festival of Udrad