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 guess I'm in the right kingdom then," the woman said before disappearing, all traces of her ever existing there suddenly wiped off.

"Did you see that, or was it just me?" Zhurielle asked the warrior who had been beside her.

However when she turned to the warrior, no one was there beside her. It was almost like she was hallucinating, and that, for an enforcer, was so dangerous, given that she was one of the key aspects of the king's guard.

"Goodness, what the hell?" Zhurielle asked as she looked again at the spot the woman had been in and everything was gone. There was nothing there. In fact, Zhurielle suddenly found herself in one of the Udrad old taverns in the west.

The place was dusty as hell and looked like it hadn't been used for forever. It was covered in cobwebs and there was a dim light that could almost be seen fading. Zhruelle tried to look around her and even tried to get up, but she couldn't do anything.

Zhurielle, Oh, Zhurielle