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]

"Hello Zaire, nice to formally meet you," Unar greeted, ignoring the gasps around them, especially that from his mate.

He had been racking his brain since the time that Alanor had asked for his brother and now he was slowly realizing that the brother was always around, always watching, always next to Unar.

It was almost like he was there to make sure that Unar didn't go through any more pain in the name of love. It wasn't something that Unar had expected, but now that he looked at him, he realized that there was always going to be more about the Wynter team than could be seen by the common eye.

"Hello Unar, my brother's greatest love," Zaire said and Unar looked at him, their hands shaking in the process. He wasn't sure who he was supposed to start the conversation with, really. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to address Zaire.

The Warnings of A Careful Brother