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]

For hours, they had worked together to make their first meal.

It was in the most unpredictable of times but then it had already happened and right now as they sat around the bonfire they had created, their tired faces attempting smiles and still failing, Alanor knew he had a lot of work to do.

He knew that it would take more than just one social gathering to get them back to who they once were and he had a month. Maybe he had been a little too excited when he had insisted on the timeline being a month, but he was determined to make this work.

If they went on like this, no matter how fickle they got, they would soon ruin themselves and that wouldn't be fair, not to them and certainly not to their friends. They were links holding each other and Alanor was sure he could make this work.

"We need to eat before the food gets cold," Zelina said when the silence had grown so unnerving. To her.

Thought I Found A Way... I—