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]

"It's your turn to talk," Zuhair said, poking Alanor in the shoulder as if to snap the young Wynter back to reality.

"I did it. I messed up your morning and I burnt the king's chambers, because the king burnt mine. It's only fair that I completely erase Edison's memory from your mind. Besides, it wasn't like Edison was the king of the year anyway. That is all.

"I plead guilty. So get on with it," Alanor said as he went silent, as he scanned the crowd. He was looking for someone out of the ordinary. Someone who didn't need to be here with them and in their timeline. He was seeking his mother's messenger.

He was looking for someone who seemed to have the knowledge of the old Udrad and the longer he looked, the couldn't find anything.

Until his eyes settled on Zuhair Merdel parading as Zhurielle.

'It was Zhurielle?' Alanor asked, as he stared at the lycan king's enforcer.

A Hundred Whips For The King's Prisoner