Tyranny Companions Romance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

like she was gifting them royal treasure. Disgusting. I pulled back when the meeting began to dissolve. The nobles dispersed, chatting among themselves. Councilmen returned to their chambers. The lycan brothers were huddled around Mira like loyal hounds. I hated the way Kai looked at her, like she hung the stars. I hated how Damien smiled at her like she was his salvation. Even Rowan, as volatile as he was, had turned soft around her, despite his bitterness. She had them all under her spell.

- Give control back to Tanya," he orders. I'm back in human form, but I feel empty and lost. - Tanya, it's all right. Your companion is fine. But I'm crying and clawing at my chest as if I could rip out my heart, which hurts so much. - Tanya, look at me. Who's your partner? - James. - Thea, who's your companion? - Lance," she squeaks, weaker than me. - All right, breathe. I imitate her and calm down a little. Parrain takes my hand and places it on my collarbone. I feel my companion's mark. - Breathe and concentrate... He's okay... You're not alone. - Jamy," I call between sobs. - I'm here, my angel," he sighs in relief.

His voice was calm, but it was laced with a cold, underlying anger. ​Alan immediately backed away, smart enough not to provoke the Tyrant any longer. ​I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction seeing his face turn colder once we were alone. ​“If you're going to seduce every man in the room like the little slut you are, try not to be too obvious about it,” he whispered without hesitation. ​My smile vanished. I stomped my stiletto heel hard onto his polished dress shoe. ​He let out a soft groan but managed to keep his composure, though his jaw clenched tight. I stood so close to him I could feel his hot breath fan against my face. To an outsider, it looked like an intimate moment between lovers.

I went back, even though it meant living with Omegas from all seven packs of the Alliance. I endured their taunts. They said I was a cast-out, a failed social climber who would be stuck at the bottom forever. I said nothing. I just trained. I poured everything into honing my wolf’s gifts, hoping to become strong enough to be a warrior. One day, I would be the best Luna Joric could ever ask for. And besides, those other Omegas didn't know my secret. On every full moon, Joric came to me. He’d kiss me under the stars, his body claiming mine, whispering his love over and over.

Not to mention that my social life became practically nonexistent. Over the last few months, Felix had been constantly busy helping Tyrion, and that left us with little to no time to spend together. For a while, I felt lonely and alienated, but, fortunately, I found a friend who brought a little light into my life. She was a unique wolf. Her name was Aria, a.k.a. Red. Aria was a female Alpha and the only one able to bring the Alpha King to his knees. Yes, it turned out that Alpha Tyrion wasn't as heartless as some might have thought. I had to admit that I enjoyed watching the two of them together and witnessing all the sparks between them. I kept my fingers crossed so that she and Alpha Tyri

I felt there is no need to hide things from her, I want to be free around her, she has seen me at my worst and helped me through. "Yes," I answered with a sigh. "There is this Family thing where you get married to someone who ticks all the boxes, Grandpa Cooper decides Darren is that person for me." I tried explaining my situation even though I'm not sure I'm doing a good job at it. "Yes, it's normal within the rich community, it's like a way of expanding powers and territories," Allyson responded with a look of understanding. "They wouldn't help or accept me if I don't, it's not like I'm craving for their validity but I can't fight the Taylors alone, and Darren is on their side now." I pour

I hated the feeling of being trapped by that man. I hated the power it gave him. “I am not going to any party! That man wants to disgrace me further!” I heard Elias scream as I opened the door to his chambers. “Consummate this union?! Union my foot!” He shouted. “What’s going on?” I asked Cassian who seemed to be enjoying the situation. “Your highness. The tyrant had just asked your brother to attend a party tonight.” “Anddddd.” “And they’re to consummate their marriage after the party.”

Her dark eyes sneered at my wide shoulders, my thick waist, and my black tunic. "She wears the clothes of a stable hand," the woman sneered, leaning over to whisper to the man next to her, though her voice carried across the whole room. "She has the build of one, too. Is this what the Lycan court has come to? We breed with royalty, Valerius, not with southern plow horses." A few low, harsh chuckles broke out down the table. My throat closed up tight. For a second—just one humiliating second—I was back at Gideon’s kitchen table. I was seventeen, wearing a stained apron, listening to Sienna laugh while Tristan looked down at his plate and pretended he didn't hear her calling me a cow.

Derek, of course, is there, but there’s also a girl named Tiffany Wright, who appears to be Derek’s girlfriend and informs me at roll call that she prefers to be called Tyranna. “Tyranna? Really? Are you fucking kidding me?” Is what I want to say. “Tyranna? That’s cute!” Is what I actually say, hating myself more with each syllable. The only person who might hate me more for saying that is Tyranna, judging by the rolling of her eyes.