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]

[Still Several Years Ago]

** [Unar's perspective in first person… third person pov kinda didn't fit here]

From the way he had run, I knew he would try his best to convince me and more than anything himself that he wasn't mated to the king who hated warlocks. I don't know what the high priestess had told him but I didn't care.

Only because of him, my dominant Al.

My devastation increased even more, when the beast of the Midlands made a show, growling and scaring the people back home. That beast was horrifying, and I was sure if I was close to him, I wouldn't have been able to hold my fort.

Then again, I should have been scared, given his growl was louder than the king's growl. It was the growl that rippled through the midlands like chaos, but even then, it pulled me closer, called to me, like a drug I needed.

The Beautiful Black Rose [2]