I Tamed A Tyrant Novels & Stories

he said, eyes glinting with amusement. I clenched my jaw, forcing my voice into a controlled whisper. “Yes. I survived.” He leaned back, smirk still in place, eyes never leaving mine. “You know, Keira… I like watching you squirm,” he said softly, and my stomach twisted with a mix of annoyance and something far more dangerous.

But we were willing to face the challenges head-on, guided by the belief that love, when combined with respect and understanding, could conquer even the darkest of deceptions. As the days unfolded, I watched as the Lycan King fulfilled his promise. He treated his subjects with fairness and kindness, earning their respect and admiration again. Whispers filled the corridors, as they marveled at the transformation within their leader. In my heart, I saw glimpses of the man he could become—the man who embraced his responsibilities with compassion, who recognized the strength within others, and who understood the importance of unity and equality. And together, we worked towards a future where lov

I knew I wouldn't be able to get anything done now. “You requested for us, my lord?” Malakai stood by the door. His shirt was neat and impeccable and his salt and pepper hair was trimmed short. He looked composed as always. He walked in and Elias walked in after him. “I need you to explain something to me,” I growled. “Why does that tyrant’s daughter think I want to lay with her?” I noticed that both of them didn't look surprised at the revelation. “She's only doing what she's supposed to do”. Malakai said curtly.

That was the only possible explanation. The anger I felt was immediate. It was hot and bright, and it made my mouth taste like metal. Tyrant had lost his territory, sure, but apparently he hadn’t lost his nerve. If he could manipulate people into tipping the cops once, he could do it again, and he could make sure the people I cared about were the ones who paid.

Then, he took Tyr to another building. As soon as they entered the room, Emmett filled Tyr in on the Liberated’s current situation. After that, he pleaded Tyr to save his organization. Tyr’s visit to America was primarily motivated by the Glinting Tome. He would definitely have a conflict with the Jackals since this book was in their possession. Over the years, that organization had committed countless crimes. Tyr could be a hero this time because in addition to obtaining the book, he would assist the Master of the Liberated in removing a Celestian tumor.

Zach tries to tell me. “Okay, little boy, well then,” I change my tone to a more serious one and I hold his hands. “I think your father needs to reconsider who he leaves the title Alpha to. An Alpha cannot act this way, even at 4 years old. A Tyrant will lose, every single time. And the way you are acting, is the way a Tyrant behaves.” “What is a Tyrant?” Tony asks me, but Betty answers. “A tyrant is someone who will not listen to others, who believes their word is the only law and acts before thinking everything all the way through,” Betty explains, kneeling beside me, so we are both looking into our sons’ eyes.

Slowly and dreadfully, I raised my gaze, meeting bright amber eyes staring down at me in contempt. I stilled. Goosebumps littering my skin. The tall frame of a man—No, a beast—towered over me. The one figure I least wanted to face….. Prince Kael… The Tyrant heir of Fenrir. His gaze sliced through me like a merciless blade, stripping me bare of every shred of dignity I had left. His expression was unreadable, but a silent storm brewed in his eyes. The Prince tilted his head to the side in assessment, his arms crossed behind his back with soldierly precision.

She was clinging to me… me, not him. For the first time, I felt it. Control. Leverage. Everything I’d wanted. She was finally scared of Thorne. And that bastard couldn’t protect her from himself. I stood slowly, squaring my shoulders, and left the room. The hallway felt suffocating, thick with tension as I spotted Thorne Weston, the so-called mafia tyrant, leaning against the wall like he’d just staggered out of a war. His knuckles were bloodied from where he must’ve punched something, his eyes wild, jaw trembling like he was holding himself together with broken glass.

Why was it so damn cold in this room! "I gave you too much of that stuff huh? I'm sorry my love, it's my first time kidnapping a person after all." Noah caught my chin and raised my head so I looked at him. I felt as if I could puke any minute now. "I'll take the tape off BUT only if you speak once I ask you to, understood?" Tears welled up in my eyes. I nodded. He ripped it off harshly. I whimpered. "There there, even more beautiful now", Noah brushed my face fondly. "You always were. Such a trophy wife you were."

Especially with males who have always gotten their way and previously only used one way to settle an argument. Tye is supposed to be helping me get rid of the sofa, but Killian gave an alpha command to “stop,” so now Tye’s standing at the top of the ramp Killian built to replace our front steps, blocking me from shoving the foul thing the rest of the way out of our cabin.