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]

Zuhair Merdel willingly in the Udrad dungeons was a sight that Zhurielle had never imagined she would ever live to see.

The woman was chaos materialized and seeing her in shock like she had just seen something that she hadn't expected her whole life, was enough for Zhurielle to know that it would take them a while before they managed to get what was going on with her.

Well, until then, Zhurielle was needed next to her king.

"Sire, are you feeling any better?" Zhurielle asked when she saw that the swelling on Unar's neck was gone. The ointment Zuhair had used had worked effectively, though Unar had slept for a few hours.

However, right now as he looked at his enforcer, Unar could tell that something else had happened and Zhurielle didn't want to worry him. Well, he was the king and would eventually know anyway. Until then he would pretend like he hadn't noticed the change, right?

A little Too Late, Innit?