All Chapters of FATED TO A TYRANT: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

WILLA’S POVThe following morning came in a blink of an eye. It almost didn’t feel like I had enough hours of good sleep, even though I felt unspeakably comfortable in Gallahan’s arms, basking in his warmth.Or maybe that was why I felt dissatisfied. Because I couldn’t bask in his embrace for much longer, all thanks to the twins who knocked on the door at the same time as if they had every intention of bringing the house down.Their excitement was just buzzing off of them in palpable waves, and I could almost swear it was contagious as I found myself and Gallahan grinning nearly ear to ear.“We’re going today, right?” Calisto asked after swallowing a mouthful of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. “Daddy’s going to keep his promise today?”Gallahan shrugged. “I don’t see why I can’t. Unless, of course, Mommy has some objections.”“I don’t,” I said, rolling my eyes at him. But the gesture reeked with disgusting fondness that I somehow couldn’t keep at bay. “So you better finish your

WILLA’S POVThe showerhead relentlessly rained semi-hot water as I stood beneath it, loving the way it warmed my skin. It was just the right temperature to soothe my irritation with Gallahan and his petty jealousy.For bloody hell’s sake! I was able to look past and even completely move on from my jealousy over his close relationship with Zuleika and Maliya. And yet he couldn’t do the same with my friendship with Lewis!The same Lewis who was a gay man!Ugh.A fresh new wave of annoyance surged in my chest at the mere thought of it.I exhaled loudly as I lathered my body with soap, scrubbing harshly as I remembered I had intended to tell Gallahan how my conversation with Lewis went.I had set boundaries with him in consideration of Gallahan’s feelings, telling my dear friend that since the Fen Cottage was also Gallahan’s home now, Lewis should inform me ahead of time should he wish to visit, instead of coming and going as he pleased like he always did.Lewis was very gracious and unde

GALLAHAN’S POV“You are an idiot,” Zuleika said, sounding utterly tired of my bullshit.I gave her a shrug and a weak chuckle before going even more limp on the high wingback armchair in her bedroom’s lounge area by the tall stained glass window. Then, with very apparent self-flagellation and depreciation, I replied, “That’s me, I guess.”“Look,” she said with a heavy sigh, gently setting down a tray of tea things and a plate of plain heart-shaped butter cookies on the circular coffee table she had magically conjured. “I get it. Seeing a certain pattern in your relationship with Willa is concerning, but don’t you think it’s normal? All couples fight, and then they work it out.”For a moment, I didn’t say anything back, opting to watch her transform a purple cushion pillow into an armchair that was identical to the one I had claimed for myself. Except, the newly transfigured chair was burgundy instead of white. It was only when she had perched herself comfortably that I finally carrie

GALLAHAN’S POVEverything was all a blur, sans the tightness I felt in my chest as well as the unrelenting roil of nauseating fear that made my mouth taste sour and bitter at the same time.So before I knew it, I was already in Fen Cottage, clutching the enchanted key Willa had given me all those months ago.It was quiet and still, as if nothing was amiss. It looked exactly the same as it was when I left.No fallen knick-knacks. No upturned pieces of furniture. No scratches on anything. No drops of blood.Nothing told of a story that my family was in danger.And yet, the more I lingered in the heart of the living room, the more I could smell the lingering scent of humans. One that told of multiple men.Maliya, who had teleported to Banfey Manor only a minute after she received word from Zuleika, squeezed my arm in obvious hope of being comforting.But there was no comfort until I saw and held my mate and my children. Alive and well.“Search the perimeter for Calisto and Gillian. They

GALLAHAN’S POVWilliam took the twins, scooping them into his arms with practiced ease and carrying them as if they were still as light as the day they were born.“I’ll come with you,” he said evenly, his face lined with grimness that the situation warranted. “The twins will stay in the Alfiero Manor. They’ll be safe there and-”“No,” Wendell interjected, stepping in closer and putting a firm hand on William’s shoulder.“But Dad-”“I said no. The twins…” The harsh severity in Wendell’s eyes softened with fear for a fleeting moment. Then, with a tone that my own father loved to use whenever I acted particularly stubborn, he said, “You are the twin of their mother. So with Willa’s and Gallahan’s absence, they will find your scent and inner wolf are the most comforting at this time of distress. So stay.”A conflicted look crossed William’s face. “But…”“I will go with Mr. Wick.”“Thank you,” I piped in before the father-and-son pair could descend into an argument. “But I would like to go