The Tyrant's Only Perfumer Novels & Stories

Just for the bet. When she walked into my office, the scent of her perfume took over the room. It was suffocating, but I couldn't complain. They was her pants hugged her thick thigh perfectly, and she let her hair down today. She didn’t do that often. She needed to. The way she licked her lips when she talked, I was barely concentrating on what she had to say. She was attractive. Too attractive. This business trip wasn’t going to be easy. “Fuck, what has Omar gotten me into?” I whisper under my breath.

“Perhaps we should discuss this somewhere more private, Your Majesty?” “Just fucking tell me.” The scientist glanced at his Beta, who nodded. “My suspicions were correct, Your Majesty. The perfume contains synthetic pheromones designed to mimic the chemical signature of a fated mate bond.”

“May I interest you in this? It’s perfect for omegas and attracts passionate alphas. It’s the most popular this season. We also have something for masking pheromones or awakening inner desires.” Sarang waved a dismissive hand. “I want a regular perfume. For an alpha.” The man cooed and placed a hand on his chest. “An admirer… or your lover?” “Family.” Sarang blurted. “He’s family.” The perfumer pouted. “How disappointing.” He snapped his fingers. Another man shorter, darker, and chubby, appeared beside the perfumer. “He will help you. Silas, show him plain for alphas.” The perfumer said, then flitted away to attend to another customer.

She wore nothing underneath. Several pack members had already gathered in the corridor, drawn by the sound. “How dare you!” she demanded, face burning. “You need to be punished,” Blaise repeated, amusement rich in his voice. He clicked his fingers. The collar around her throat heated instantly. A wave of intense, unnatural pleasure surged through her body—similar to the smoke-induced haze from the ceremony, but sharper, more focused. Her breath stuttered. Combined with the eyes watching her, the shame was almost unbearable.

I raise my eyes to his, his grip tightened on my jaw. “Camilla,” I said. His smirk deepened. “A nice name… for a pretty doll.” Then his hand left me, and only then did I realize I was shaking all over, my knees weak, my lungs heavy like stone. I had tried to show him I wasn’t scared, but he saw through me. He saw everything. Who wouldn’t fear him? Alpha Lennox Steele. The Pack Slayer, one of the many names the people had given him, The Tyrant. The man who turned villages into ash and left bones for wolves to gnaw. The one mothers whispered about in the dark to keep their children silent.

How much more does she want? This is ridiculous he has a house he could have taken her in. Is he doing this out here just to bother me? Why is my tyrant having sex with some whore bothering me? As much as I hate for him to know this bothers me and that I'm out here I can't watch this any longer. Slowly standing up his eyes dart to meet mine. I guess I'm not as stealthy as I had hoped. Rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face trying to hide the hurt in my eyes I turn and go inside slamming and locking my door. I just can't win!

Chapter 16: The Demanding Tyrant Amaris flinched at his words, her heart sinking under the weight of his anger. 'So all of this... is solely because of me?' The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, and without thinking, she dropped to the ground, bowing before him. "Your Majesty, my king! Have mercy!" she cried, her voice trembling as she clenched her bloodstained bandaged hands, fearing for the lives of those accused. Alaric flinched at her sudden submission, her plea stirring something deep within him.

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

“Son of a—” Shit. I could feel something stirring in me. What did he do to me? “What did you do to me?” I tried to shout but it came out as a whisper. My legs were shaking, I held the wall for support. “That powder? What’s in it?” I asked. He didn’t respond. “Answer me!!” I demanded again. He smirked. “Firebloom pollen.” My stomach dropped. A rare aphrodisiac used by nobles. “You insane bastard.” I took a step towards him, but my knees gave out.

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.