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]

"Unar?" Alanor asked like he hadn't been dying to talk about Unar the whole time.

Of everything that had happened to him, seeing his mate come back to him was one of the best things that ever happened to the young Wynter. It was something he was never going to deny and even if he ever lost his memory, he was sure that usr would always be his favorite memory.

Maybe he was too much in love and was thinking with his heart, but then it wasn't like there was much for him to do now, especially since he was done with everything he was supposed to do.

Udrad was stable and he had secured all the treaties that would ensure peace in the midlands.

If Alanor were to make the decision to leave Udrad or even the midlands, then he couldn't be blamed.

"Yes. Or do you want me to call him mine," Ulrike teased and Alanor just laughed.

Was There Really Ever A Choice?