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]

[Five hundred years later, Today]

When Zafik was done telling Alanor of how everything had happened years ago, the young Wynter looked at the man, before he looked at the other prisoners who were with him. He had been expecting them to call the bluff, but Alanor could tell that all of this wasn't a bluff.

He had just heard that he and his brother were the very reason so many people were cursed.

The young Wynter was conflicted about so many things. He wanted to say that it wasn't his fault that Ilya and Edison had died, or even that everyone who had died in his circle had died, but he knew he wouldn't be able to defend that.

There was so much pain in his lineage and now he finally understood everything.

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