Novel & Cerita Tyrant Book

Soon the mesmerising laughter died out and the man heaved shamelessly in front of the now, completely embarrassed Alexis. "You're a tyrant." She coldly said, shocking everyone else on the table except, of course, the emperor. "How dare a plebeian like you call me such!" Alexis couldn't tell if he was mad or just saying it because he was used to it. "What is that word? What does it mean?" She was fed up with this King. 'What a clown!'

And the fact that you embraced them, flaws and all, is a gift I do not take lightly. Thank you for reading. Thank you for your support. Thank you for believing in this story. And if you enjoyed this journey, I’d love for you to dive into my ongoing book: LOVE THY SISTER'S HUSBAND (BLURB) WARNING ‼️ This book delves into mature and explicit themes, including graphic sexual content, taboo relationships such as forbidden affairs and sibling rivalry-fueled obsession. The characters aren't all perfect and sunshine! Tread carefully if these elements unsettle you, reader discretion is strongly advised. (18+)

He worked her through every aftershock until she was limp and trembling, then flipped her onto her back, shoved her knees wide, and stared down at the glistening mess he had made of her. “Who the fuck said you could come before me?” The growl in his voice was pure threat. His eyes glowed with feral hunger as he looked at her spread open and still twitching. “So greedy for your own pleasure,” he said, smiling like a predator. He dragged two glistening fingers up her slit and pushed them back inside, slow and deep. “We’re just getting started, little rabbit. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging to come… and I still might not let you.”

He kept saying he would protect me and our child at all costs. All I knew about Tyrant was he was the illegitimate child of alpha of the Jupitus pack. The Jupitus pack was one of the strongest packs with the strongest standing army in Lycannora, the world of the werewolves. He wasn’t even a candidate to the throne because Tyrant’s father had hidden him from the world and never planned to reveal him. But one day, Tyrant massacred the entire royal family and claimed the title of the new alpha of the Jupitus pack.

“You already implied to me and Helene that you are planning something against him—” “You mean the conversation where I shielded you both from being accomplices to treason?” I hissed as quietly as I could manage. “After this conversation, you’re much more than an accomplice now.” “I don’t care about that!” Tyron bellowed before lowering his voice again. “There are more important things at stake, like the future of this country.” His eyes watered as he said, “I don’t want my child growing up under the rule of a king like Owen.”

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know

He saw his Betas manhandling her. Instantly, the Alpha spirit within him roared with fury. No one would harm his mate. No one. "Enough!" he had roared, shielding her with his body. "She is the one I claim!" His men, stunned by his power, had immediately backed down. He crouched down and looked at the broken woman before him. In her dead eyes, he could read the entire story. The betrayal, the deceit, the despair. Just as the prophecy had said.

He looked at me like a man starved, like I was the only source of life in the entire world. And then, he did something I never expected. He dropped to his knees. The most powerful man in the world. The Golden Tyrant. The man who commanded armies and economies. He sank to his knees on the cold marble floor right in front of me, his hands gripping my hips, his face level with my stomach. I froze. My breath hitched in my throat. “Call me a tyrant all you want,” he said, his voice rough and raw, his thumbs rubbing circles into the skin just above my waistband. “But remember this… a tyrant rules his people. A king rules his kingdom. But me? I kneel only for you.”

Carlos whispers in my ear "Let's go. Trust me, today is not the day. Let's go and talk. We need to communicate with one another and figure out what exactly happened five years ago." "What the hell is going on over here?" came the bitchy voice of the woman I hate so much. Merem, the whore who fucked my man. She is the last woman I want to see right now. "Merem, what are you doing over here?" Carlos asked, then his eyes widened when he saw the figure standing behind Merem. Matteo Barzini, the father of Merem and the strongest business tycoon present in Italy. Literally half of the businesses are ran by him in Italy. But not mine, so I don't have any reason to bow down to him or anything.

- he started in a low and urgent tone of voice. I scrunched up my face, feeling an inexplicable foreboding. "What is it?" Aaron's stare focused on my eyes. "It's Ryker." My heart skipped a beat. Ryker, the vile sorcerer who had been attempting to subdue the kingdom for months. What did he have to do with anything? "What about Ryker?" I asked softly. Aaron's jaw clenched. "He's gotten his hands on the ancient spellbook. The one that holds the secrets of the Blood Moon Ritual."