Surviving As A Tyrant's Daughter 소설 & 이야기

At Serena Vale’s succession ceremony, her four adoptive fathers ask her to let Lillian wear her late mother’s moon crown for ten minutes. Eighteen years ago, Serena’s mother, the greatest warrior of Moonridge Pack, died protecting their people. Before her death, she entrusted Serena to Alpha Darius, Beta Julian, Gamma Marcus, and Delta Ronan. The four men swore a father-daughter bond before the Moon Goddess, raised Serena as their own, and named her the pack’s future Alpha. They once stayed beside her through every fever, learned to braid her hair, treasured every drawing she made, and guarded her door during storms. Then Lillian arrived. Whenever the two girls wanted the same thing, Serena

"Tatiana, McKenna is our daughter. I want her to be a part of our lives and to understand the legacy she inherits. It's not about using her against you. I'm trying to be a father, a responsible one." Tatiana scoffed, a bitter edge to her tone. "A responsible father? Who are you? Since when were you responsible?" "Since now. I am not the same person you knew back then," I declared. Tatiana narrowed her eyes skeptically, and she took a step back, crossing her arms over her chest. "Really?" "Yes, really. You've been trying to get a rise out of me ever since you got here. You want me to act like the old Hunter so McKenna doesn't like me," I grinned.

“I want you to be strong enough to survive. This is not as easy it seems and I'm here because you are my daughter.” “I am surviving!” I yelled. “I’m surviving you. I’m surviving this cursed legacy. I’m surviving knowing that everything is fake!” Her face didn’t change, but her hands curled into fists. I knew that I had pushed her beyond her limits. “I know what you are trying to do,” I continued as if all that I said earlier wasn't enough. “You want to trap me here. You want me to shift and find some random guy with gold hair and fine dentition and call him ‘mate’ like my whole life depends on him.”

The day Jordan Gill's mistress, Caroline Sutton, shows up at her door demanding to take her place is the day Tabitha Rhodes finally learns the truth—Jordan, her childhood sweetheart and husband of three years, has been cheating on her. His bodyguards force her to her knees before Jordan. He wraps a hand around her throat and makes her sign the divorce papers. "It's only a temporary divorce. My child can't be born a bastard. Once we remarry, I'll put the baby under your name. It's not like you can have children anyway. I won't touch you while we're divorced, but I'm not gonna leave you lonely." A dozen men are shoved into the villa. Jordan says airily, "I picked them based on your taste.

"Your Majesty, my daughter is banished, yes — but as we have come together to seek the truth, she has every right to stand here." To say Valeria's infinite smugness was fraying my nerves would be an understatement. She stood tall and proud in the center of the room, the traitorous bitch, basking in the moment like some wronged hero — while my Luna sat burning under the puzzled, weighing stares of the Elders. “Kill the bitch,” Tyr snarled in my skull. I'd have loved nothing more. But I couldn't. At least not yet. I reached for Zlata's hand, closed mine firmly around it, and leaned back in my chair, forcing my body into a looseness I did not feel.

Of course, Tyrant would stoop that low. Tyrant chuckled at my silence. “Touching, isn’t it? A father who would betray anything just to keep his little girl breathing. Almost makes me tear up.” He pressed a fake tear to the corner of his eye, then flicked his hand. His men laughed loudly, and the sound of it infuriated me. Suddenly, I began to feel something shift within me, and my fear slowly turned into anger. I straightened and forced my voice steady, even though my pulse was racing. “Let him and his daughter go. You’ve had your fun. This ends now, Tyrant.”

"A few years after Julian was taken, Elias passed away. He was killed by a gang in a dispute. I was alone, starving. My uncle found me and forced me to work as a maid for one of his wealthy friends. The man I worked for... he claimed he fell in love with me. He wifed me, and he was so excited when he found out I was pregnant. He thought the child would be a male. He wanted a male heir badly." She looked at me, tears streaming down her face. "He loved me until I gave birth to a female. Then he hated both of us. He tortured me every day until I finally had to escape his mansion just to stay alive. I knew he wouldn't harm a baby, so I left the baby, hoping for a better life." "Sick bastard!" I

Jumping to my feet I grasped the bars of the cage and roared, “I should have listened to Tyson. I should have let him kill you, Zarina. I believed that you could be saved. I was so wrong, Zizi… you are just like our mother; pure evil!” Wincing, I removed my hands as the bars burned me. Zarina’s eyes widened in shock as she asked, “What are you saying, brother?” Her words were like acid to my ears, “Don’t you dare call me your brother after killing my daughter.” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She asked in a shaking voice, “YOUR daughter…” Tyson exhaled deeply and said, “The baby you killed was Aslan and Raina’s daughter, Lily. When he told me about your plan, I wanted to kill you immedia

"The inland trucks managed to pull forty thousand scrappers out into the delta sectors before the primary distribution flat collapsed. We’ve got the grain. We’ve got the medicine. The people have their water... but their King is a statue of melted zinc sitting in the middle of a dead harbor." I didn't look up. I gently unlaced the copper-weave ribbons, pulling the swaddling away to look at my daughter's face under the faint, natural gray light of the mountain morning. The baby was wide awake, staring up at the jagged stone ceiling with those wide, entirely black pools. The purple geometric patterns beneath her skin had completely settled, locking into a quiet, permanent mesh that no longer f

lyra smiles, sharp and lethal “go on high commander. tell the council whose daughter has been riding their alphas cock all night” tarian tries to speak, cant. lyra steps forward, voice ringing “im lyra of blue moon. last surviving heir. the pack your father slaughtered aziel. and last night” she looks at me, eyes soft for one heartbeat “last night i chose him over revenge” dead silence. then chaos. “blue moon” someone whispers “impossible” “she was dead” lyra laughs bitter “dead girls dont come this hard apparently” i step to her side, wrap an arm around her waist possessive “anyone still voting exile after that can try taking me themselves”