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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.

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Oh, Not Again, Dammit

[THE MIDLANDS]

[THE DREAM / NIGHTMARE]

"It's not an easy choice, we must do this," an elder was heard speaking. He was currently in one of the houses in the midlands, though it was difficult to tell which kingdom or faction they were from exactly or even where they were currently in.

The elders in the room looked at their friend who stared at them, waiting for them to object. They all had covered heads, careful not to be identified. It was almost like they knew this was a memory that would be unlocked someday in the future and they didn't want to take any risks.

"The boy is still young, he won't notice," another elder said to his fellows.

The boy in question was a young kid, one who had just lost his parents. That much was obvious with the amount of blood in the room. Something had happened here, and it was evident that the child wasn't meant to see it.