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]

"Come on brother, don't stand there like the world hates you. It's your freaking name day, and we're here.

"Sure, the hours are a little embarrassing, but that is because we had to convince Ulrike to put on sandals instead of those things he usually wears," Prince Cass said and Alanor knew he was the luckiest person alive today.

All his friends and family were here, and honestly, he had forgotten that it was his name day. He had been too cooped up in everything and finding out the realities that he failed to pay attention to what mattered, even just for his day, and that was him.

"Go on, dance the night away," Unar said to Alanor who wasn't sure if it was alright if he left Uanr and went to join his crazy band of misfits. Then again, there wasn't even a thing to complain about.

The Young Wynter's Name Day