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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

He Was All That Mattered Then

[ALANOR]

"How long was I asleep?" Alanor asked when he woke up to a completely different environment, one that had a beautiful scent, the scent that felt so much like home and that reminded him of the mother who had raised him for so many years. 

"Mother?"

"Is this the afterlife? Mother, are you there?" Alanor called out again, clearly seeking Criselda, and Delbert who was hearing him from the distance felt his heart shattering for his brother, again.

He wished there was a way he would have been able to prevent Criselda's death, but then fate had already set everything in stone and nothing he would have done would have made it better.

Or maybe the both of them were the only ones who would have managed to stop their mother, but did that even have anything to do with them?

"You're finally awake, Zion," Old Darius said and Alanor looked at the man like he was in a horrific dream.