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]

"Why are you doing this? What do you want with me? Do you want the king? You think you can get to him through me? Or what is it you think you're doing? I am just another replaceable warrior," Zhurielle said to the woman who finally smirked at her. Fuck.

For every question Zhurielle had asked, the woman had just stared at her blankly, until Zhurielle mentioned who replaceable she was, and the woman smirked at her. This could only mean that the woman wanted to do away with her. But why would she even want that?

"You're smart, Zhurielle," the woman said and the lycan enforcer looked at her captor, the realisation of how replaceable she was admiring her flail like maybe she could have taken those stupid knitting classes her mother had wanted to force on her.

Maybe today her only worry would be what kind of thread she would need to use for her next embroidery or whatever the hell people who knitted did.

Strangers From A Past?