I Became The Tyrant's Servant Novels & Stories

Luna, as Alex's sentence. It seemed that Daisy had understood about it. She quietly and obediently said: "From today on, I know who my master is, I only ask for your forgiveness. Please ignore my mistakes."

The black asked, and queen Isle sprang to her feet on hearing about her *NIGHTMARE* "He won't!" Queen Isle uttered in her vicious voice. "I promise you, I will keep on serving the temple more thoroughly than before, okay? I can't afford to let that bastard off my hook after long years now that I have been serving the temple just because of him,” Queen Isle let out. She maliciously clenched her fist, her eyes dimming deeply at the witch. "Hmm, good!" The black witch nods at her, and she began to walk towards the window.

The older man at the door looked back and forth between my tormentor and me. His kind eyes were filled with confusion. It was clear that he did not know what to do. “This… He…” The cleaner pointed at me. My tormentor remained stunned for a moment. Then, he seemed to think of something, and his expression relaxed. His tone became arrogant as he said, “What are you looking at? Have you never seen someone discipline their servant?” He pointed at me too, the gold ring on it gleaming, and shot me a warning gaze.

Then, she docilely rubbed her face against my legs. As I felt the cloying softness against my leg, a flicker of confusion flashed through my drowsy mind. Then, I looked down and saw that Vivian's delicate fingers bore a few scratches. Yet, they remained graceful as she docilely reached for my belt. At the soft click of the belt buckle, I sobered up instantly. Shoving her hand away, I frowned and demanded, "Look closely—I'm not your master. I'm Isaac." Given Vivian's usual temper, she definitely wouldn't have tolerated being shaken off. She might've even stood up and slapped me, cursing me out for being an idiot.

His cold eyes met mine as he took me in. I held his eyes and silently pleaded with him as I was forced into the room. He turned away dismissively. “Our last meeting, it seemed like all of you got the wrong impression that I was on the side of the slave. I prepared this feast to appease all of you,” Alejandro announced. “Tonight, she'll be serving all of you like the slave she is and she'll be treated accordingly the way she's supposed to be treated. A tyrant's daughter” My heart sunk.

I shrieked, and his hand tightened on my neck, cutting off my air supply. Spots burst across my vision, and I tried to pry his fingers away from my windpipe, but I wasn’t strong enough. I had felt like prey plenty of times back home, but this was something different, something truly animal, and I realized how foolish I had truly been to get so close to the Tyrant King. Now, I was going to pay for my mistake. “Betrayer,” Conri growled. His fingernails were claws that he pressed into my tender skin. “You’ve already been marked.”

“Everyone does. Their slavery system is infamous. Most packs would rather die than fall under the Kingsleys. I can’t believe they’re collaring humans now.” The word *slavery* settled like ice in her stomach. Lucien had never mentioned it during the tour. Of course he hadn’t. “Who are you?” she demanded. “Gus. Just a rogue who took a wrong turn while running from hunters and ended up here. Pleasure to meet you, despite the circumstances.” He winced. “I’d love to chat longer, but do you think you could pull me out before the patrol finds both of us?” ... Gus must have sensed her hesitation. He sighed, as much as a man pinned under vines could.

By the time the beast's panting barely subsided, In-hwa, covered in sweat and saliva, slowly opened her glazed eyes to meet the feral servant's bloodshot eyes. "Haaah... haaah... Sam-seok, my alpha..." Her wet voice, whispering amidst pants, was like the desperate confession of one who had washed away their sins in purgatory and found salvation. "From today onward... you are not merely a lowly servant soothing my withered flesh." "You are my true master, the alpha governing my flesh and soul." She sparkled her eyes as if pledging. "Just like the white-boned matriarch lying side-by-side upon that altar in eternal slumber..."

Unparalleled in strength to all and none. Only twice would he be outrun. Saved by the blood of a first blessed one He will be important for a greater war to be won. His ultimate redemption would be a red one. She will light the spark for the war to come. Keeping the beast from being undone Promised to the Tyrant, she will be the one I had not even finished reading the scarp of paper aloud, when I sob escaped Stray's mouth. "I am sorry, this is all happening because of me." She said in between those sobs, as she ran up the stairs.

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.