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]

King Unar had summoned an army of savages, an army so loyal to Udrad, and more than anything, an army so unhinged but so determined to make sure their people lived better lives. It was going to be a long war, the war of the undefeated and the war of the lost souls; but they were ready for it.

"You don't want to fight me. I will burn down Udrad," Zuhair warned.

"You can try it, Zuhair, but you lost already," Unar smirked angrily at her.

This woman had come to his home and tried to play the long game of Thrones with him, his people, and he was here to tell her that he liked the odds. Because in the game of Thrones, it was either they won or they died. There was no in between, ever.

"Warriors!! Assemble!" Unar shouted to his warriors, knowing so well that Zuhair wasn't going to go easy on them.

Vengeance of The Damned Souls [1]