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]

Alanor looked at Darius, the old man's loneliness making him a little too curious.

He hadn't meant to be soft for the very man who had brought them so many misfortunes, but damn, seeing him in this state and even knowing that he had been twenty-five for over those years made the young Wynter fold a little.

He never expected this and was hoping it wouldn't mean much, but damn, it meant a lot to him too.

"I— Umm… I—" Alanor stuttered, making his brother realize that the young Wynter wanted to make Darius feel better but he didn't even know how to do that without coming off as a jerk, especially with the anger he was harboring towards Darius.

The young Wynter wanted to tell Darius that it was okay and that as long as they fixed Udrad and Unar didn't get hurt, it would be fine, but the words were stuck in his throat.

In Which They Had Gifts