My Three Tyrant Brothers Novels & Stories

“I knew you’d say that.” “No interference,” Kade said. “When she’s with one brother, the others stay out of it. No scent-marking. No influence.” Dylan’s gaze flicked to me. Sharp. Measuring. “And if someone breaks that?” Dylan asked. “They’re out,” Kade said instantly. My jaw tightened—but I nodded. “Fine.” Jeremy stretched. “So who goes first?” Dylan didn’t answer immediately. Then, carefully, “Birth order.” I knew what he was doing.

I feel like I know all of them now. Alpha Hunter is the leader. The one responsible for his brothers. Killian is the second in command. The one who is always logical and has his emotions under control. Although Preston does not seem like it, he’s the volatile one. The one who’s capable of exploding at any moment. He’s even in less control than Kris, who is the last of the brothers. Kris is a baby. My baby that I always want to keep safe. I’m tucked into Kris’ chest, the short puffs of breath rustling at my hair. A breath I did not know I was holding is finally released. “Don’t ever leave me.” I whisper against his nose, pressing my face into his as silent tears track down my cheeks.

My brow raised, “oh?” “Yes. We got to hear what our stupid nephew did to you earlier today. Accept our condolences for the loss of your friend.” I stepped back looking at them when it suddenly clicked - Brothers! Rhys, Asher and Declan. I have heard those names several times before - from Maria most especially. They were the triplets. The Alpha's brothers. “Thank you,” I said, lifting my chin, “but I do not need your condolences.” “We respect that.” Asher cut in, “but we believe we can offer you something you need.”

But now it seemed like nobody cared. Suddenly, I remembered many years ago, when our parents were kidnapped and then killed. Matthew held me with bloodshot eyes. With the same gentle voice, he trembled as he comforted me: "You still have your big brothers—Matthew, Daniel, and William." "Your brothers are here. Emma will always have a home." Liars. My nose suddenly stung with emotion. I rushed back to school that night and went to the lab, busy wrapping up an experiment. I only had these few days left.

Zachary, the eldest of her triplets, was quietly reading a book in the corner. “Luna baby, if you want your brother to read a story for you, please focus on him so you will understand the story, and if you want to play, then let your brother read a story peacefully, hmmmf? Please don’t shout at him. He’s still your big brother.” Luna pouted, but she nodded and realized her mistake. Celeste kissed both of her arguing children. Who would have thought that in just one night, she would have triplets. Two boys and one girl.

I asked with a professional tone as his eyes lit up in excitement. "Ughm…" He started slowly. "They are three actually. They are the Sabatini Brothers."

“Mixed with something wild.” A shiver crawled along my spine. “That wasn’t the question I asked.” “That’s the closest description I can give.” “You need to get laid,” I said. “Unfortunately I’m not volunteering. And if your brothers show up with the same speech, they’ll get the same answer.” His face darkened. “That’s the problem,” he said. “They feel the bond too.” I barked out a laugh. “Three brothers claiming one woman? That’s ridiculous. I’m not a trophy.”

None. Mercy is not a word for me, it’s definitely not a word for a man who thinks what is mine is his. They call me cruel, they call me tyrant, let them. The pack survives because I decide, that is my rule. That is order. I took a throne young, I held it with blood, I sharpened fear into armor. Mercy would rust that armor, make me weak. I will not be weak. I push open the door, Hanging by the bar like some broken thing, wrists chained above his head, his body slumped but still breathing. His face bruised so bad the skin swells.

The way she cowered like the simple act of talking about him was terrifying her. “ Why are you not talking? Is everything okay?” “ He is very handsome and also tall. Taller than his immediate brothers. She said “Brothers?” I thought they are just two “She smiled and said they are three brothers but the other ones are very calm.” “ Hmmm, I see!” “ Okay he's handsome but what about his character, what is it like?”

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."