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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

The Subtle 'See You Soon's

[ALANOR]

"Hey, you okay? What is it this time? I swear you will be the death of me tonight, fuck. Here, put your arm on my shoulder, that should make it easier for you to walk," Grant said before adding quietly, "please don't die on me, I love you."

It was more of a whisper, but Alanor's cursed hearing could hear him loud and clear. However, the young Wynter didn't say anything. Instead, he did what Grant said and they walked out of the party.

"Where does it hurt? Tell me, do I need to get a physician? Do I need to call Criselda? What should I do?" Grant asked as he ranted out. They were already outside and the moon was shining ever so brightly.

It was beautiful and it felt like this was the kind of peace they both needed, but then with the worry on Grant's face, it was a little too hard for Alanor to think of the night as good. He had made a mistake, and he needed to fix it, but how?