All Chapters of Mate To The Tyrants : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Monster?”Ronan echoed the word as if tasting it. A ghost of a smile touched his mouth. He let the steel poker fall. It struck stone with a sharp, final clatter. Then he stepped over Lydia’s body without a glance, as though she were nothing more than another piece of debris in a ruined hall.“My dear,” he said softly, “you can only imagine.”Pebbles ground beneath his boots. Around them the pack territory still screamed—war cries, dying howls, the wet sound of blades meeting flesh. Blood painted the streets in thick, glistening rivers under the firelight.“Don’t mistake me, little rabbit. I am no angel.”He dropped to one knee in front of her. The back of one finger traced a slow path down her cheek. Every place he touched ignited—pleasure and revulsion tangled so tightly she could no longer separate them. Only when his hand fell away did she realize tears were already sliding down her face.“She was my friend,” Kaela whispered, voice raw. “You killed my only friend.”“Friend?” Ronan

It did not take long for Kaela to learn exactly what kind of ceremony the Kingsley twins had been speaking of.“Get up.”A woman’s sharp voice cut through the last remnants of sleep. Rough hands dragged her from the bed. Kaela’s knees hit the floor before she fully registered what was happening. The silver chains that had bound her for days fell away with a heavy clatter. Freedom lasted only a heartbeat.Four women—werewolves, strong and efficient—hauled her upright and marched her into an adjoining washroom. Steam already curled from a large copper tub filled with hot, scented water.“The Alpha and his brother are waiting,” one of them said, voice softer than the others. Something like pity flickered across her face.They stripped her without ceremony and forced her into the water. Heat enveloped tender, bruised skin. Kaela hissed, but the women gave her no time to adjust. Scratchy sponges scraped across her shoulders, down her back, over every inch of her body.“I can do it myself—”

“Here?” Kaela’s voice cracked. Heat flooded her face. “In front of everyone?”Alphas were possessive by nature. The idea that Ronan would allow an entire pack to watch felt like another calculated cruelty.He read the thought easily. A slow grin spread across his face.“I don’t mind sharing.”There was no lie in his eyes. If she kept fighting, he would do exactly as he threatened.Her mouth snapped shut. Hatred burned in her stare, but she stayed silent. Ronan laughed softly, adjusting her in his arms as if her defiance amused him.“Blaise,” he said.“Of course, brother.” Blaise winked at her, teeth flashing. “Wishing those legs a speedy recovery, little bird.”Ronan carried her away from the clearing before the words fully registered. The journey back to the packhouse passed in a blur of trees and moonlight. He kicked open a heavy door upstairs, slammed it shut behind them, and dropped her onto the wide bed.Chains came off in seconds. Freedom lasted only a breath. His hand settled a

A slow smile spread across Lucien’s face once the shock faded. “Well. That’s one way to handle competition.” He gave her an admiring look. “I see your plan.” “What plan?” Kaela snapped, staring at her own hand in disbelief. “I didn’t know that would happen.” “I won’t tell anyone,” Lucien said. “But you should hope the Alpha or Beta doesn’t find out. Ronan won’t appreciate damage to the packhouse, even from his new mate.” “I wasn’t planning anything.” She curled her fingers into a fist. “It just… happened.” Lucien took a careful step back. “If you say so.” Her stomach growled loudly, cutting the tension. “Do you know the way to the kitchens? I’m starving.”&nbs

“You will wish you hadn’t said that.” Ronan’s voice was pure gravel, but the dark satisfaction in his eyes betrayed him. He hauled Kaela into the room and slammed the door hard enough that the sound vibrated through the walls. The lock clicked like a final judgment. “Why?” she challenged, breath already uneven. “What are you going to do to me?”  Self-preservation had burned away hours ago. He had destroyed her pack, forced a mark into her flesh, and left her dripping heat through his halls. Whatever came next could hardly be worse. Part of her even hoped he would finally snap and end it.  Instead he seized her by the waist and crushed his mouth to hers.The kiss was brutal—teeth and tongue and raw possession. One hand cradled her jaw with deceptive tenderness while the other dug into her hip hard enough to bruise.