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]

"So I'm guessing you already know that the young Wynter Wynter is impervious to magic then huh?" Zhurielle asked and Zuhair faltered for a moment there.

"Impervious to magic? You're gonna have to explain more," Zuhair said to Zhurielle who just glared at her.

This woman was not being serious right now, or was she? She had some nerve popping up and acting like the world was her home when in reality she was the devil to Zhurielle herself.

"Release me, and I will. If you don't, then you can talk to yourself and before you even think of doing anything magically evil to me, remember that this is your body, which means that eventually what you do to me, you will be doing to yourself.

"Imagine being stuck in a mortal body that is bent over? For a person as powerful as you, you really have no clue huh?" Zhurielle sad, her toe telling Zuhair that if she wasn't freed, then there was no bargain.

The Unsettling Possible Truth