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]

Of course, the Wynter team had made it their mission to reunite every year for the young Wynter's name day, and even then, they could all feel that trouble was sliding on their door. It was all unstoppable because no one would ever be able to stop their fate anyway.

All they could do was hope that time wasn't that much of a crier because it would be hard to hear anyone when time was holding the ball and more than anything, when they would always show up a little too late to everything.

It could only mean that some battles had their owners.

And the battle that was coming, was for the house of Merdel.

In Greroth, the warlocks had been peaceful, and had made it their mission to bring back the central forest to life. It had taken them a lot of energy to get the trees to even grow, but none of them could even complain about it.

The Lycan King's First Declaration