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 fucks sake, why the fuck can't anyone get some peace and quiet in these stupid dungeons, damn' Alanor said to himself as he tossed and turned. He felt warm and comfortable and while it was new to him, he could feel that finally he had given himself a chance at a better life.

He was sleeping on a comfy mattress that he had made for himself. Of course, he had told himself he needed to do that to stay in the dungeons, but he had been too lazy to get one. Maybe he finally deserved this, right?

"Can't I get some fucking peace ad quiet in the damned dungeons too? What the hell is wrong with all of you?" Alanor said angrily as he cast a muting spell but he could still hear them. It was almost like his magic was no longer working anymore, but he wasn't worried about that.

Who Hurt You, My Unar?