Novel & Cerita I Have Never Abandoned The Tyrant

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know

Irene’s POV I peeled it off, hating the way his eyes trailed and lingered on my skin like I was a snack he wanted to devour. “You’re a tyrant.” I hissed, wanting him to feel a fraction of my hatred. He just shrugged lile he couldn’t care about my opinion. “Move faster, dove. We don’t have all night.” I gritted my teeth, swallowing the retort on my tongue as I took of my jeans then my underwear followed.

He felt as though the woman before him was a complete stranger. "You used to say you couldn't even step on an ant. How can you say something so venomous now? "I refuse that method," Julian said weakly. "This child has already suffered too much for me. I cannot be that selfish. Perhaps this is my fate. That no matter what, I cannot escape this reckoning. "In my last life, the life transference spell succeeded, yet I was blinded by lies. This life is perhaps my punishment. Just let me die..." His hands fell limp at his sides.

He said. “What question is that?” I asked him. “Would you like to remain in the pack? I mean, if you ask nicely, I’ll consider it.” I wanted to stand up, but I decided against it. Him seeing me struggle to stand would not help me case right now. “How about you leave my house and scurry on back to neverland. Let me worry about my pack.” “Your pack?” “Yes, Dylan. My pack. The one you abandoned when it got tough. Remember?”

"You and I both know that you're just a tyrant, Maximus. A power-hungry monster who will do anything to maintain his grip on the throne." I couldn't believe the nerve of Malachi to speak to me in such a disrespectful manner. Who did he think he was? I had worked tirelessly to secure my place on the throne and maintain peace among our people. And for what? To be called a tyrant and power-hungry monster? I bristled at his words, feeling my rage building inside me. "Who are you to judge me?" I growled. Malachi sneered at me, his eyes flashing with challenge. "The one you can't beat."

Understanding these alliances is crucial for my success. Mutiny was a crime, yet Darius seized the throne, and no one challenged his actions. If my father had been a tyrant, Darius's coup might have been justified, but my father was beloved by the people. Instead, it was Darius who was a wicked king, yet his reign continued unchallenged. It was clear to me that something was deeply wrong with the system in the Ironclaw region, and I was determined to uncover the truth.

His smile wide, full of joy. My stomach turned. My mother hissed and shoved the tablet back at my sister. She looked at me with disgust. “So, this is the man you threw your life away for? This is the man you trusted with your body, with your future? He has abandoned you in front of the whole world, Anna. And now you want me to take care of you and his unwanted child?” I shook my head violently, tears spilling again despite my exhaustion. “No! Mom, please listen. I can raise this child. I will. Just give me time. Don’t throw me away like he did. Please, Mom, you’re all I have left.”

I said. He stared at me for a while, “I can help, there are a few people who will be willing to help,” he said. “People?” I asked. Hannah had pretended to help, but in the end, she was trying to get bonus points. “They are people that want to be free, the rebels of you will,’ he said. I stared at him, the rune was quiet, no humming, no pulsing. “How old are you?” I asked. He smiled, “old enough to know that I don’t want to be under a fucking tyrant,’ he said.

“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.”

"I am also not a prince in this palace anymore, but rather the right hand man of the Abomination, the new supreme leader of the Enu realm." "How can you work with an outsider and kill your own father?" The second son finally spoke. "Because he deserved it," Tyron replied, shrugging slightly. "His original plan was to work with the Abomination anyway. I wonder what gave him the reason that it would work." He stopped at the last two steps at the bottom, standing far taller than his brothers. "Do you know that without me, you all would have been dead? Haven't you noticed something different since he died?"