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.

----
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]

"No, Al. I just need your help with the kingship. There will be so many responsibilities and I need to be there to train the warriors while you sit through the conflict resolutions. It will give you a chance to better interact with the people of Udrad and give them a perspective and know you too.

This will be a win-win for you and me. Won't you do that for me please?" Unar said,  intentionally adding the last bit quietly, because he knew Alanor would always lose to him when he used the term please.

It was almost like Alanor hated that term and more than anything he never wanted a situation when his mate would be forced to use it.

"You trust me too much my little mate," Alanor said and Uan just dodged proudly. Of course he trusted Alanor with his life so it was easy for Hilton to trust his mate with the lives of their people, right?

The Hits of A Guilty Conscience