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]

"I love you… and I'll sleep now,'' Alanor said as he kissed Unar's forehead, before he fell asleep on his mate's lap, leaving Unar and Ulrike with their questions.

Unar looked at Alanor, gently trusting him, believing in him, and knowing that nothing would ever happen to him with Unar. Unar loved this trust and Alanor hadn't lied when he said he trusted Unar, but that didn't mean Unar would pretend like he didn't have questions.

Ulrike was staring at the two mates, and for a moment there, his heart leaped with joy from the beautiful and wholesome sight. He could see how safe Alanor felt with Uran and a part of him was grateful for that.

Sure, Alanor had always received love from the Wynter team, but there was a kind of love that only Unar Stitt could give him and the sight before him was proof that Alanor had found comfort in his mate bond, and he couldn't be any happier for the kid.

A Cursed Future or A Lovely Life?