Surviving As A Tyrant's Daughter Novels & Stories

On the day the Cassel Group brought down Vendrake, Lysander Holt was there to save Vendrake from ruin. Clarisse entered the room, her face pale but burning with determination. “Mr. Holt,” she said, her voice low and tense. The man narrowed his eyes, observing Clarisse from head to toe. “The adopted daughter of the Vendrake family,” he said. “I’ve heard a lot about you. You’ve caused quite a mess.” “Too many people want to bring me down,” Clarisse replied coldly. “I need allies.” Lysander chuckled briefly. “Of course. After the evidence of Alexander’s terror leaked and your status as an adopted child spread throughout the black market... you don’t have many places to hide.”

The weights weren't a handicap but a training tool she regularly employed to build strength and control. King Alexander watched with quiet pride mingled with concern. He recognised the cold calculation in his daughter's eyes, the same look Kailynn had worn when demonstrating why she was the most formidable female Alpha in the kingdom's history. The memory brought both comfort and pain. "She fights like her mother," he murmured to Phoebe, whose own expression had grown increasingly troubled. "Yes," Phoebe agreed softly. "But with your strategic mind." The combination was as impressive as it was intimidating.

"We are dead, Irina. Do you not understand that? Aldric will skin us alive. He will mount our heads on the palace walls. The girl played us." "What the fuck are you whining about?" I shot back. I reached down and smoothed my heavy skirts back into place, covering my bare legs. "The girl adapted. You are sitting here crying like a whipped dog." "She is a feral animal!" Torin shouted, his voice cracking with hysteria. "She spread her legs for that beast in front of a thousand people. She isn't your daughter anymore. She won't help us." "She will do exactly what I tell her to do," I said coldly.

Even a random maid in the house would dare to humiliate his daughter. “I will see for myself today just how vicious the people of the Zea family are. How dare they treat my daughter this way.” At that moment, Tyr’s face was dark like an enraged beast, ready to lash out. He carried the little girl up in his arms and kicked the Zea Manor’s door open. “Your… your daughter?” The fat lady’s jaw dropped. “Could you be that beggar from back then?” However, the girl spoke up softly, saying, “Uncle, I’m… I’m hungry! I want to go outside and look for Mama.”

Before I pulled the trigger, I could see the same guard take a step towards me, probably to plead for his life again, and so I turned and shot him on the leg, shooting the traitor immediately after. Speaking of Traitor's, there's another one here. The daughter of the traitor I hated the most. At first, a part of me didn't want to have her pay but I believe in the words that the ‘the child shall pay for the sins of the father'. Walking towards her cell, I opened it only to see her laying there looking unconscious. Shocked and confused, I ran to her and she was indeed unconscious. “Call Theodore now!” I yelled out to everyone and no one in particular to call the doctor as I raised her up.

“But he wasn't killed by rogues, Alpha Brian killed him.” “That's a very bold statement,” I said, not because I was supporting Alpha Brian, but one needs concrete proof to accuse an Alpha. “Alpha Brian was Alpha Tyrone's Beta, but he was a greedy man who was never satisfied and he wanted more,” she narrated bitterly. “So, he arranged with some of his trusted warriors and the Alpha and his family were killed.” “That still does not explain your claims that I'm Alpha Tyrone's daughter,and if I'm truly is daughter, how did I survive?”

The alpha of the pack had a son and three daughters. “When I offered mercy in exchange for loyalty, you hesitated. Now each time I consider you, I will think of that hesitation.” My father recited in his menacing Malakai voice. “In order to assuage my desire for loyalty, I will keep your youngest daughter as a member of the royal harem. I still show mercy by returning your Alpha heir.” He continued as Malakai.

"My order is that you move right this instant, Asalan commanded. If the words of Xisuthra were right, then he had to see for himself. His daughter was dying out of nowhere, and the strange woman on the floor was not making any sense at all, but he just knew he needed to find the right way to fix the mess immediately before words got out. Reluctantly, Xisuthra moves his body and allows Asalan to move closer to see the woman on the floor. He sees the striking resemblance of his daughter to the woman on the floor. His shock overwhelms him, as he can't comprehend what is going on.

She smirked and made an ugly face. I shrugged, " I think you should worry about your strategy rather than keeping an eye on us. " This sent her go howling and gritting her teeth, " I, the only daughter of a powerful Alpha, carrying his blood, and the child of another powerful and dominant Alpha, don't need any strategy. Even my unborn is more powerful than a trash like you. After all, Tyrion isn't a weak man... "

She was quiet for a long moment and then she said, "My father was an Alpha. My mother died giving birth to me and Thor." I stopped walking. "You're an Alpha's daughter?" "Was." She looked at me and her eyes were sad. "My father was assassinated five years ago. Right there on his throne. There was a coup and his enemies took over the territory and Thor and I had to run." "I'm so sorry." "It was like falling from grace, you know? One day I was a sheltered princess and the next I was a nobody. Didn't know where our next meal would come from. Didn't know if we'd survive the next day."