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]

"Lycans of Udrad, as you all know, Unar and I are mates, but we never really got to prove it or anything. Up until this moment, you have never had a clearer answer.

"I know you think we are mates, but allow me to tell you what my relationship with your king really is," Alanor began and The Wynter team instantly got up, like they didn't want to watch this.

They looked at Alanor, the disbelief in their gasps so obvious and the fact that they clearly were opposed to what was going on was so clear.

They didn't want to see Unar humiliated.

They didn't want to see the young Stitt be the demon that they couldn't get rid of.

They didn't want to watch Alanor break the only person who kept him sane.

Zelina was on the edge of her seat, watching as she was thinking the ogunWynter had gone out and maybe he had. Maybe he had lost one too many times and hadn't wanted to keep on losing.

The Tension of A Puppet Master