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He gripped her jaw angrily, their eyes once again staring into each other, “is that clear!” She nodded in his grip, her eyes cast down again. Alejandro approached her, closing the distance between them and leaning to her ear, “you’re nothing again, princess. Your tyrant father left you to bear his sins. You’re the daughter of a mad man, a cruel person that should rot in hell. You would be no one again when I’m done with you. If you think the other Lords broke you, then you’ve not met me. I would make you wish for death, and I would make you cry. You’re nothing…”

But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born. And it was there that his obsession grew, grew, and grew some more.

"I can not live with him, not even a single second." The shiver ran in her body, she fell on the floor. Trembling lips opened in panic. "You are my Slave!!! Sia David" His voice echoed in her ears. She rested her knee with her stomach. She had accepted death as her fate but the slavery of that Tyrant whom she hated the most in her life. It was unthinkable for her. In Bangalow of Mayor,

“I will not bend the knee to a monster who thinks the entire continent belongs to him!” I stared at him in silence for a long moment. Then I spoke again, my voice deceptively soft. “Any logical reason why you believe you can defy me and survive?” The young Alpha laughed bitterly. “Because the age of tyrants is ending. You’ve grown weak, Zarkov. Distracted by that whore you dragged from Blackthorn. The packs whisper that the great Tyrant has lost his edge. That he now plays house instead of ruling with blood and fear.”

mocked "Should not the temple be a refuge for those who do not wish to live under the orders of a tyrannical sovereign?" That incredible pair of eyes analyzed me. "Someone like our "father"?" "Someone like our emperor who insists on calling himself king." She snitched. "He’s not a tyrant. Callisto would never become someone like that phony god." I let out a low, snitchy laugh. "Of course, of course... how could the man who condemned humanity to a dark world and almost impossible to survive... be coldly called a tyrant?" I teased her in the corner of my eye, but Anneliese didn’t seem too happy about it.

“Yeah. He talked about making a move if someone tried to take his turf. Said it was better to be feared than forgotten.” Piece by piece, the map came together. Tyrant had the motive. He had the opportunity; he still had people inside who could pass a tip. He had pride, the sort of pride that would rather torch his own house than live with someone else in it. The idea of him intentionally setting himself up as a scapegoat and martyr to the Others was ugly and brilliant in the worst way.

Valerie asked, her mouth twitching at the supposed hero. What she saw was a moron blinded by power. “Sacrifices are inevitable when reaching higher goals. Those sacrificed should be honored, won’t you agree?” He grinned at her meaningfully. She was a sacrifice to reach greater power too. Her jaw clenched, the demon was getting too ahead of himself, “You are sick.” “I’m a King, that’s how Kings are.” He laughed, not minding her at all. “No, that’s how tyrants are.” She shook her head, and asked, "Why not make that creature on your own?"

Bourbon looked at her and I noticed Tyron's perfectly-shaped eyebrow raise in question. He is curious. Damn it. If this keeps us, Valerie is going to be in danger. Tyron is nothing but an egotistical bastard who always tried to make my life miserable. His name suits him perfectly wel, being a tryant and good at nothing else but to terrorize people around him.

, the moment I said this continent changed like she was gonna beg me or She was going to cry. “Please, I didn’t come here to cause any harm, I only came here to tell you what I heard. There is a plot and it’s not good. I know I could be killed for this, but I have decided to leave my life if that is all it takes. I cannot watch you and that innocent girl die. I have seen how you take care of her. I’ve heard of the good things that you’ve done for this great park and I would love to be a part of this session instead of being with a man who is a tyrant.” She said the words and everything she said was a perfect description of the month that I thought I loved before. How else would he not be a t

The taunts and sarcasm in his voice made the men laugh. "A hundred thousand." This one was closer to the front. Older. Gray at his temples and a smile that made my skin crawl with worms. “Is that all the princess is worth?” Another laughter took everyone in the room. Anya wanted to shift and show everyone what we were made of. But I don’t think I can take all the alphas in the room at the same time. This would be a sucide move and even in my current state, I wasn’t ready to leave the world.