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]

"We'll only know once we get there, right? So before you wield your weapons, be nice and focus on what matters right now, alright? We have to be positive," Heide added.

The walk to the Wynter house was unexpectedly long, especially for a team that had long legs and could get to their destination in so little time. They were conflicted, and the closer they got to the Wynter house, the louder they could all hear Alanor's heart beating.

He had gone mute for a while, and they wanted to tell him that all would be fine, but then this wasn't fine. Fine never involved the young Wynter and his mate popping up with a woman they didn't know where he had come with.

They were curious and equally determined to find out what had happened.

Was He Really Real?