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]

Listening to his warriors' screams would always remain the worst part of Unar's job, especially when the conditions demanded that he stay in his chambers. Soldiers were expendable but his security as the king was a non-negotiable matter.

It was something that even he couldn't even understand but maybe that was what came with power. And it was a good thing that Unar wasn't drunk on power, but was it of any use when he wasn't even able to save them right now?

Unar felt the mind links being cut and was tempted to leave, even as he heard Zuhair rip through his people like they were some sort of stepping stone for her.

The woman wanted something from the questioning that Alanor and Unar had done to Zhurielle earlier; Unar knew that it was just a matter of time before she showed up.

I've Met Someone Like You Before