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]

"Remember the rules alright? And you two—"

"Promise not to cause trouble, trust us, Shola," labor said and Shola looked at the young WYnetr who looked like the poster kid for mischief, and Ulrike wasn't even helping either.

"Great. when you hear the sound of the drum, start alright?" Shola said and they nodded.

When Kieran struck the bell, the horse race began and the disastrous duo was determined to win, though this time, they weren't causing any mischief. It was like they were good people but were they?

They raced for three laps and on the last lap, they increased their speed. Everyone could tell how hopeless they were and it was more than obvious that Alanor and Ulrike didn't know the first thing about horses because they were terrible at it.

His Happiness, is Mine