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 can handle myself, Unar just go to work," Alanor said for the hundredth time to his worried mate. He knew Unar wasn't going to let him be the prince so much as felt like Alanor was in any kind of pain.

Unar Stitt was so caring and so understanding that he was easily the best mate that Alanor ever got. He cared for Alanor more than the young Wynter cared for himself.

Alanor knew that Unar had seen the anxiety attack and he needed to be there for his mate. It was his natural instinct ever since the bonding and Alanor knew that. But he also needed to fix himself on his own.

He was broken and he wasn't going to deny that, but there were some aspects of his life that he needed to work through alone. And while he appreciated what Unar wanted for him, this was also desperately needed to tread alone.

If he needed any help with it he would reach out but until then, he was going to go on.

His Final Litte Hope