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]

* Happy new half-millennium to us ja ja

"You have to leave Unar. You will upset the balance if you keep wallowing in Alanor's chamber like that," Zafik said in the evening when he realized that Unar was still at the palace and shadowing Alanor.

As much as it was nice and loving for Uanr to do, this was not what the fates had wanted and if Unar kept going at it, they would have longer days living like the mannequins they seemed to be. But at least mannequins had forms, and could be touched.

The same couldn't be said for them.

"I missed him—" Unar tried and Zafik stared at him knowingly.

"I know. And I'm sure the universe knows that too. Getting attached to Alanor like this won't do you any good, trust me. It will only create more longing and the stronger your bond will be with him, making him feel even more frustrated because he will miss you so much.

The King of The People