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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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Hurting My Person... To Hurt You

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* This chapter is for you @Stars_to_fall. Yesterday was a mess and you still managed to make me smile through the unedited versions.

[UDRAD]

"Oh, but I will leave you be, mighty king; once we reach the venue for the former Udrad Saturdays. You remember them, right?" Alanor said nonchalantly, like he wasn't walking himself and the king of doom to hell itself.

Edison looked at the rogue lycan that was despised by everyone; he looked at the kid he had created and the monster he had crafted so well. And yet instead of being proud of his life's work, Edison was horrified.

He looked like he was going to collapse anytime now, but that didn't even bother Alanor. For all he cared, Edison could walk himself into the den of angry warlocks and Alanor would just stare at him and laugh, again.