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]

At Zuhair's command, the floggers began committing their fury. The sound of whips was echoing in the royal square, but that didn't matter to Alanor, because as much as feeling a few strings here and there, he was a man bred in war, so a few whips meant nothing.

If he had wanted to be hurt, he could have asked them to use their swords, but Alanor could tell that Unar would never agree to that, even though their bond was a faulty one at the moment. But was it?

'That's selfish, my darling erasthai,' Alanor said, as he pouted at Unar, again.

The young king was having mixed feelings seeing his mate getting whipped. It made him want to go there and take the hits for Alanor, but he also knew that Alanor wouldn't let him do that. The man cared too much for him to let him be hurt before everyone else.

I Rejected You, Remember?