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]

"You died, Al. Your heart stopped for six weeks," a fatigued Unar said and Alanor's jaw hit the floor from shock. For a moment there, it was all silence and Alanorw was confused as hell. What the fuck did they mean that his heart stopped?

For six whole weeks? What then were they doing with his body? Summoning the fates to give them a fight? Boy this was not what Alanor had expected. He wasn't even sure what he expected anymore, and his condition was screwing with him so bad.

He looked so lost and so hurt that he wasn't even aware that his heart could stop. For six weeks he was out of touch with the world and was probably dead for real and they were what?

"Six weeks? What the fuck were you doing with me for six whole weeks then? Why did you not burn me? What were you waiting for or did someone give you a stupid revelation of who I couldn't die and you decided to throw the dice and decide on what would happen with me?

Run, Unar, Run