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]

For three weeks, Alanor Wynetr had stayed silent. He hadn't eaten anything, and he hadn't even done anything. The only notable thing he did while in the dungeon was to stand when he was tired of sitting and to stand when he was tired of standing.

It was a strange sight for everyone, including Unar who had thought that by now Alanor would have tried to retaliate given the King had threatened his daily life but he didn't do anything.

And soon enough, the security in the dungeons was beefed up.

The dungeons were having the highest security levels even more than the king's chambers. That was how dangerous Alanor was.

"It has been three weeks, and nothing has happened so far," Unar said to Zhurielle who had since learned that the prisoner was the young king's mate.

Incoming War, or Dormant Warhead?