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Alanor, The Lycan King's Prisoner [BL]

[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. ---- 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.

she_osprey · LGBT+
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532 Chs

Burn If You Wish, What Do I care

[ALANOR]

"I said, sit back down," Unar said to the young Wynter, his tone completely changing from what he had sounded like a few seconds ago. Unar was quite surprised too, but that didn't matter at the moment. What mattered was the man who was hurting but was good at pretending that everything was okay.

The young prince still felt hot and bothered by the fact that his best friend was here, but then it wasn't like he could send Fahima away. Even if he did want her gone, what would he use as an excuse?

Would he tell her that he wanted to go down on the great Gideon of Greroth who was undoubtedly the whore of the midlands or what? Damn, Unar felt frustrated and frankly, Fahima could see that too.

She felt like she needed to explain, but before she could say a word, Alanor spoke.

"What's wrong, Unar?" Alanor insisted, as he looked at Unar, but not before giving Fahima a hopeful and dashing smile.