10 Ways To Get Rejected By The Tyrant Novels & Stories

That's how Varick had always been. My jaw tightened. That alone was enough to make this personal. My mind drifted to the training grounds. She didn’t even understand what she was becoming but others were beginning to see it and that made her a target. “You could refuse,” Kael said suddenly. I looked at him. “No.” “That would be the safer option,” he added. “For who?” He didn’t answer Refusing wasn’t protection. Refusing was a sign of weakness. The weakness in this case would only invite more challenges. Potential attacks.

“You cried, played the victim. Pretended to be sick. And Father forced me to let Steven go.” I turned away. I couldn’t waste more time here. Begging Steven was pointless. He would never help. But before I could leave, Steven said, “Meggie, just let your child go. He’s a burden. The ransom is too large.” I thought he might at least remember what I’d done for him and show some mercy. I was wrong. His words almost made me laugh. He wanted me to give up on Nick. “I will not let my child die,” I said firmly.

Malcom answers, running a hand through his hair. “Basically, she is rejecting you, Day, and you need to accept it.” Another snarl rips through me, and I throw the door to the SUV open. Climbing out of the vehicle, I shift mid-step, needing to run in my wolf form before I do something I might regret to my cousin. I know he is just the messenger, the one relaying Isabella’s words, but I can’t help the rising anger inside me that mixes with the pain of rejection. I can hear Malcom call after me, telling me to come back, but I drown him out. I know he is worried that I would try to sneak back to the Palace, but even I know that would be a suicide mission. Soon, Nightlock Thorn will be told of Is

Andrew I slammed the door to the hotel room hard enough to make the walls shudder. I was soaked from the rain. My hands were shaking, not from fear but from fury. My shoes squelched on the carpet as I made my way toward the desk where my briefcase waited. Tyler had turned him down. Twice. The spell was supposed to work. It had been crafted by a high-ranking witch, guaranteed to nudge Tyle toward compliance. Instead, the little bastard had resisted it like it was child’s play.

Here, I could think. I remembered my mother. Her warnings. Her sacrifices. The nights she sat by candlelight, mapping out a future she’d never see. I whispered a quiet promise into the wind: "I’ll make it worth it. I’ll carry us forward." Diplomacy, however, did not always come so smoothly. When the emissary returned from the Northern Ridge, his face was grim. “They will not accept your rule,” he told the council. “They claim their bloodline is purer that the Crescent Alpha’s heir still lives.”

Neither of us was willing to surrender a single inch, emotionally or politically. "Because you are a tyrant who can't handle a woman who actually stands her ground!" she shouted right back at me, her hot breath ghosting over my lips. "You wanted a submissive, quiet little puppet to decorate your throne, but you got me instead! I am a sovereign of the Blood Moon bloodline, Kaelen! I will never bow to you, I will never submit to your commands, and I will never give you a single ounce of my loyalty! Like you said—our union is only supposed to be political!" The sheer, devastating intensity of our words left both of us physically shaken.

“A little birdie told me you lost a certain Omega. Are you really going to sit back after a mere Omega insulted your ego by rejecting you? How was that even possible?” I grit my teeth and tighten my free hand into a tight fist, my jaws clench as anger sears through me. “Alpha Rex commanded me to accept the rejection.” I hiss through gritted teeth. I couldn’t even defy his order. He’s not the King yet but he’s so damn powerful. “That’s not nice. Are you going to let a tyrant like him become the Alpha King? A villain who grabs other people’s mates?” “We have no choice. He was born into the title.” I reply through gnashing teeth.

At that moment, tyranny sounded extremely tempting. “Magnus, I hate to be the one to say this, but if the packs demand a tournament to test your mate, there is nothing we could do.” His shoulders sagged as if they held the world. “If they have no confidence in your mate or your rule, they will demand another ruler.”

Maverick threw one last smug smile over his shoulder before the doors swallowed him. "Coward. You swallowed the insult," Tyr growled, tail lashing. "There was no point in fighting. Losing control is exactly what he wants — so he can paint me as a mad king, take the crown, and take our mate." "OURS," Tyr snarled. On that, we were of one mind. Zlata was ours, and I would never give her up.

How much more does she want? This is ridiculous he has a house he could have taken her in. Is he doing this out here just to bother me? Why is my tyrant having sex with some whore bothering me? As much as I hate for him to know this bothers me and that I'm out here I can't watch this any longer. Slowly standing up his eyes dart to meet mine. I guess I'm not as stealthy as I had hoped. Rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face trying to hide the hurt in my eyes I turn and go inside slamming and locking my door. I just can't win!