He Killed My Dog, So I Took His Empire Novels & Stories

My Alpha brother's Omega assistant had always wanted to be Luna. She didn’t know my identity and she mistook me as a rival trying to steal her place. She framed me for theft and tortured me without mercy. As I lay dying, my dog Rex, the Siberian war dog who had fought beside my brother and earned the highest military honors—who sacrificed his life to protect me. Today was supposed to be the day my brother returned from the battlefield to meet with the Alpha King and the Council elders. But all I could think about was my childhood companion—Rex, a Siberian war dog who had been our most loyal friend when my brother and I were children.

"They. Hurt. You. And I. Killed. Them." He keens. High and broken. “I… I can’t feel my legs anymore.” "I killed them for you, zayka. Slaughtered my own men. Destroyed my empire. All for you." "Stop—" "Never." I bite his ear. Hard enough to draw blood. "You're mine and I'll kill anyone who tries to take you from me." His body is trying to come. I can feel it. The way his inner muscles flutter and clench, the way his cock jerks and leaks.

he hushed me. “Your mum died unjustly because of the blood she possessed, the same blood that flows through your veins right now. I was young and naive, I couldn't protect my mate. They exploited her and ended up ending her life in the most cruel way. Her blood drained and shared between packs.” I gasped I've always known the empire to be cruel, but I never expected it to be up to this extent.

"Havoc rolled his head to look at Garrett, he paused for a moment. "Yes.. Yes it was. Sometimes to save a life you must cut off the limb." "I know many of you in the empire see me as a mindless murder who kills for the pleasure of it. A monster... Did you know the first person I killed was an imperial soldier. At the time I must admit It gave me great satisfaction too. BUT it never happened until they attacked first. It was also the day I learned magic." In essence what he was telling them, he had never killed, or developed magic until the empire attacked which meant -"

I was in the study handling business when my assistant handed me a photograph. In it, Henry’s mangled, bloody face stared up from a New York street, his eyes wide open in death, grotesquely lit by a streetlamp. Looking at the photo, I felt nothing. To me now, he was nothing. Less than nothing. I casually tossed the photo into the roaring fire in the hearth beside me. I rose and walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window. Outside lay the vast Vitiello estate, and beyond it, my own new empire, just beginning to rise.

His words screamed at me as I pick up another dagger, pushing it into the opposite shoulder. "You see, I said I would kill you and I will. Not before I make you hurt. I am sure once word spreads how I tortured you then killed you people will learn to see me as I am. The one who runs and owns this city. Not a weak pathetic princess!" I grab the dagger and swing it down on his leg. He screams fighting against the restraints. I keep going, ages passing by and when I finish he looks like a pin cushion, or maybe a dagger cushion?

So in his eyes, all my sacrifices, the blood I had shed, the tears I had swallowed, even my life, meant nothing. I let out a quiet laugh, my throat tight and dry. "You're right. "However, today, I'm leaving no matter what." I grabbed the eagle emblem and hurled it straight at his face. The sharp edge sliced across his cheekbone, and a thin line of blood ran down his face. Everyone froze. Then I turned and walked away. I had only taken a few steps when I heard the rapid click of high heels behind me. "Stop!" Sofia rushed up and raised her hand to slap me. I caught her wrist and twisted it hard and she let out a sharp scream.

“You help me, I keep you out of prison. You’re not here to ask questions.” Emily stood her ground, crossing her arms. “I know you, Hound. I will not serve as an accessory to your murders or whatever you have planned.” Hound sighed, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips. Slowly, he began to strip off his shirt, revealing the intricate runes etched across his body in deep blue ink. The sight was both mesmerizing and harrowing. “I watched my mother die, overworked as a slave,” he began, his voice trembling. “I should have pushed her off the building… It would’ve been the greatest mercy I could’ve offered her.”

Only now did I realize that it was Empress who sent that rabid rogue wolf who attacked me at Evan's birthday party because he smelled the same as the assassin that I killed. I met his dark eyes and my stomach churned in sadness. They weren’t just angry. They were hurt, too. And that broke me more than his rage. “I’m not your enemy,” I said. “You have to believe that. Yes, I did think to use you, to manipulate you but…”

And by taking it, I felt anguish wash over me as I looked around, frantic, as if he took them right along with him. But he won't. I won't allow it. My pups are mine. I raised them, and he had no right to take them away even if he has to kill me before he ever gets to them.