I Have Never Abandoned The Tyrant Novels & Stories

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 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.

​A low murmur broke out, despite the threat of violence. ​I felt a hysterical laugh bubbling up in my throat. I had to bite my tongue again to keep it down. So that was it? Those were our choices? It was like running from a rabid dog that’s already foaming at the mouth, only to trip and fall straight into a tiger’s open jaws. Either way, you’re torn apart. Getting grabbed by some alpha meant you’d spend the rest of your life as his toy; probably beaten, used, and tossed aside when he got bored. But making it to the end and letting the Lycan King decide? That felt worse. Way worse.

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?”

“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?"

Dad spat, "He may be ruthless and cruel, but he'd sooner die than abandon his people." After the long and painful conversation, they gave me and my grandma time to settle in. I nearly cried when I saw my room was exactly how I had left it. I ripped the pictures of Tyler and I down with a furious growl. "Better that girl be his mate than us. We'd never abandon our pack like that." Maya spat. "We kind of did abandon our pack." I replied to her with a frown.