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]

"You need to wake up sweetheart. You need to get up, NOW!" a voice shouted in Alanor's ears and he sat up faster than he'd ever thought possible.

He knew that voice anywhere, it was the voice of the woman he loved with all of him, the woman he would go to war for a second time, and a third and he would survive and go to war again for, Kacy Wynter.

"Mama? Am I finally dead?" Alanor asked hopefully. He was tired of living a meaningless life.

He was tired of holding on and seeking that which he couldn't even get. He had crossed all the kingdoms in search of Unar, and their mother, and even then he hadn't managed to fulfill the promise he made to his brother.

He had made that promise, the promise that made him a liar because here and now, after so many years on the road and turning the realms inside out, they were back to where they had all begun. And even then, he had nothing anymore.

Survive, Alanor, Survive.