My Three Tyrant Brothers Novels & Stories

I tried to speak, but only a pathetic croak emerged from my throat. "She can't answer," the second brother growled. Raven. His eyes were darker than Knox's, more dangerous. "She's half-dead already." "Then she's useless," the third said. Nathan. His voice was flat, emotionless. "Kill her and be done with it."

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

Mom huffs, using a sly grin to hide her exasperation. "Sorry, it's..." "This is Tyler, Kendrick and Wolfe," She points them out respectively, "They're triplets and your step brothers." Step what? My spoon falls from my hands and clatters to the ground. …

Hence the nickname. The truth is, most of the guys won’t even try because they know my brothers and they are too afraid. The ones who do? They just want me for the title, to be closer to Alpha Julius, my father. So yeah, when guys try, I destroy them with words. I remind them that they might be willing to fight my brothers for approval, but I could break them just as easily. “Venom,” Cain says and I glance at him. My three brothers are all one year older than me, triplets and identical, in the flesh anyway. They all have that ash-blonde hair that covers their eyes, bright blue eyes, and an easy smile.

Rhys, with his powerful build barely contained by his jacket, and Reed, leaner but with a coiled energy that was just as dangerous. “Yes?” I cooed. “My brothers and I have a wager,” Rhett began, a smirk playing on his lips. “I suggested you were playing us all and wanted to see how long you could fool us." “Definitely not,” I said, taking a slow sip of my tequila. The liquid fire was a catalyst. “So you lose. What did your brothers think?” My heart beat was skipping. I needed the alcohol to settle in. It was Reed who answered, his voice a low, amused rumble. “I said you definitely want us three together..”

But beneath the glittering wealth and cold marble walls lie secrets her father refuses to explain, secrets about why he left this family years ago, and what kind of empire his half-brothers truly built. The Alcatraz brothers aren’t just men, They're predators in suits, bound by blood and sin, men who command fear from the underworld and loyalty from no one but each other. CHAPTER 1 ALEX "I don't care. I don't fucking care, Conor. I'm sick and tired of this wretched life with you! Either you get your ass out there and find the life of luxury you promised me, or I leave with the kids, and you're never going to see us again!!"

Set smirks B-brother, Oh, no, so he is Set’s brother. Oh God, does that mean what I think it means? It is him, is he him…. I... the one I….to be…the tyrant, the Don of Cosa Nostra. No no no, I cannot, I don’t want to, this can't be happening to me. I unconsciously step back, wanting to put more distance between me and my predator. I don’t want to be here, what if I beg him will he let me go? No, no I don’t want to be here. I muffle my sobs.

Jennifer said as she turned and looked at Scott. "Yeah, I enjoyed the whole trip." Scott replied. "I got a couple of things for my mom and my brother. My mom is going to love the Chinese robes I got for her, " Scott said. Jennifer thought, Does he have a brother? I have never heard anything about a brother. "You have a brother?" Jennifer asked. staring at Scott. "Yes, of course. I have a brother." Scott responded. "I didn't know you had a brother. You have never mentioned anything about him, " she said.

The larger of the three apparent brothers grinned rather wickedly as he sniffed the air. "Well, well it's nice to meet a few fellow weres out here in the deep woods," he said as if he had not a care in the world despite being in another's territory. "I see you've also found my wayward baby brother, Maddox, allow me to introduce myself I'm Brody and this is my other little brother Lewis...we're the Daly brothers." Rick growled once more narrowing his eyes at Brody Daly. "I don't give a fuck who you are," he replied. "You don't belong here."

Damian revealed the facts. Adrian stared at Alexander, who was lying helplessly, his eyes closed as he fought against death. “It’s not just Clarisse, but father too. You’re the same, Damian. We are both just pawns in our father’s eyes.” Adrian revealed the truth, and Damian did not deny it. Two Cassel men, two young masters with different mothers. Years had passed, and they lived complicated lives as young masters of Cassel. They bore their own burdens but could not escape the sins of the past.