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FATED TO A TYRANT THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR
GALLAHAN’S POV When I came to my senses, I found myself lying prone on a soft brocade couch, the back of my head pounding in ache. “Fuck! What was that about?” I grumbled, putting a hand against my forehead. “Let me ask you,” Zuleika seethed from where she sat on the armchair, which was adjacent to my couch. “What was that about, you prick?!” Uh oh? Maliya’s temper had always been quick to rise, but Zuleika, who had a great grip on her emotions, rarely got infuriated to this degree. My behavior must’ve pushed all the wrong buttons for her to be boiling in anger like this. As if on cue, my memories of meeting Calisto came rushing back to the forefront of my mind, his terrified face flashing vividly and hitting me like a punch in the gut. “Fuck. I made a scene,” I said as I got up into a sitting position. Dread over leaving a terrible first impression to my son coiled in my stomach, and pain unravelled further in my head, as if punishing me for scaring him. Zuleika didn’t answe
Last Updated : 2025-01-09FATED TO A TYRANT THE OVERDUE REUNION
GALLAHAN’S POVWilla whirled around so fast in surprise that it almost made me chuckle. But her ashen face and widened eyes withered the huff of amusement away.A flash of recognition settled on her features, but she managed to school her expression back into neutrality. Still, it was an effort that was a second too late. “Excuse me,” she said, putting on a saccharine smile. One that I immediately decided to hate with how fake it seemed. “We were having a private conversation.”But even with the infuriating fake smile that was out of place in her damningly gorgeous face, I was still enthralled by the sight of her.So unfairly enchanting.It was obvious how the last several years had been so kind to her. Her hair was still as fiery as ever. Much like who she was. Then there were her beautiful eyes, shining in my favorite color.Gods, I could finally get the perfect shade of green whenever I would paint her.She had also gained a bit of weight on her svelte figure, likely a remnant of
Last Updated : 2025-01-10FATED TO A TYRANT HIS WOMEN
WILLA’S POV I could’ve melted into a heap on the floor just from the relief that flooded me as soon as my brother showed up. But I would rather shave my head than show any sign of vulnerability in front of Gallahan. “Nothing,” I fibbed, pulling Sarina away from Gallahan, who stood glaring at William. “Is the Ascension Rite about to start?” “In less than an hour,” William replied, willingly meeting Gallahan’s furious gaze with an impassive one. “I was sent here to inform our honorable guests. But then this is what I came to.” He walked up to Gallahan and squared up to him in an almost haughty manner. “Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Wick. Still, I honestly had half a hope that since we have welcomed you as a guest in our home in respect to you as the Alpha King’s son and in consideration to the longstanding ceasefire, you would’ve acted accordingly. But I suppose that is too much to ask from you.” Tension lined the contours of Gallahan’s body, betraying how he was just sec
Last Updated : 2025-01-11FATED TO A TYRANT THE ANCESTRAL SASH
GALLAHAN’S POV With hands that were still trembling with barely contained anger, I fastened the last button of my waistcoat. Then I slipped my arms into the sleeves of my ceremonial robe, which was light blue around my shoulders and midnight blue around my forearms and legs. With tiny diamonds studded all over the darkest shade of blue, I fucking felt like I was halfway into becoming a replica of that gaudy-looking Prince Bubba of Agvanda. “Looking good!” Maliya, who was already donning a silky yellow robe over a long white dress, complimented me chirpily, trying to get me to lighten up. But I was so wound up wi
Last Updated : 2025-01-12FATED TO A TYRANT START OF THE ASCENSION RITE
WILLA’S POVTHIS DAMN BASTARD.THIS. DAMN. FUCKING. JERK.The ancestral sash was a sacred item to old werewolf families like the Hancrofts, the Wicks, the Warricks, and the Alfieros. It was so sacred that no one could touch it but one’s family members and mate!And yet Gallahan had let the beautiful woman, who I just learned was actually the renowned Miss Zuleika Banfey, touch his ancestral sash!“Fuck,” I seethed.The sight I was forced to bear witness had ignited the need to rip the woman’s hand and smash Gallahan’s head, as fury roared loudly in my mind and in every fiber of my being.Did the bastard forget about such an old yet deeply ingrained custom? Or did his head go empty in the last six years?Or maybe Miss Banfey was simply his chosen mate.But the thought just angered me further.Why did he have to disrupt my peace? Why did he have to show me the man that he had become and the man that I had to lose? Why did he have to show me how easy it was for him to fill in the spot th
Last Updated : 2025-01-13FATED TO A TYRANT WHISKED AWAY
GALLAHAN’S POV The Ascension Rite had never been great for me. Sure, it was an important milestone for werewolves, but it always, always brought out all the buried, painful memories back to the surface. And yet, as I watched Calisto enter and walk down the carpet, not an image of the wretched night of my own Ascension Rite surged to the forefront of my mind. Instead, I was simply filled with pride. Then my breath hitched in my throat when my eyes found the same little girl from my painting. But this girl standing among the bunch of five-year-olds had her copper-red hair beautifully braided into a crown, with thin wisps curling at the sides of her charming young face. And I just knew, deep down in my gut, that yes! She was my little girl, and the parental blood link would prove it to me. “How beautiful,” I mumbled when her lips stretched into a small, shy smile. And just like that, the pride swelling in my chest doubled. Relief also awashed me as I thought of how lucky I was th
Last Updated : 2025-01-14FATED TO A TYRANT CONFRONTATION IN THE MAZE
WILLA’S POV The celebration feast that followed right after the Ascension Rite came in full swing. It didn’t take long for tables of food to arrive in the Glass Dome, while bottles, decanters, and barrels of drinks kept rolling in. The golden bowl of blessed water was emptied by older children, clinging to the myth that the more a pup under the age ten drank it, the stronger they would grow up to be. Of course, that was just a tale that hadn’t been proven true at all. That wasn’t to say I didn’t do the same when I was at their age, though. So really, the sight of it managed to pull a smile on my lips. Cheerful chatter buzzed from every inch of the dome, but I only stayed long enough to exchange pleasantries and small talks with several members of our large pack. After a while, I subtly slinked my way closer to the door, meandering through the sea of people and the lively hubbub. “Thank goodness,” I huffed once I was finally out of the dome after getting intercepted by a few fami
Last Updated : 2025-01-15FATED TO A TYRANT WORDS OF HURT AND ANGER
GALLAHAN’S POVDeath would’ve been better than hearing such a remark from my fated mate.I looked at her. First with disbelief. Then with resignation. And finally, with anger.The will to fight for her and our children was burned into ashes by the scalding words she said, and all I wanted right then and there was to hurt her back.Immature, sure.But I didn’t care.I had never, ever, ever thought I would willingly try to hurt the woman I would’ve loved to put on the highest pedestal. And yet here I was.Hurt and desperately wanting to hurt back.I dropped my hold on her and took a step back, ignoring the suffocating yearning to keep her close to me. I quickly put on the coldest mask I had in my arsenal and lifted the impenetrable iron walls around myself.“I see,” I said with a voice that was wrapped with piercing indifference. “Thank you for telling me exactly how you think and feel. So in return, let me assure you. The feeling has become mutual, Miss Alfiero. I wouldn’t want a child
Last Updated : 2025-01-16
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FATED TO A TYRANT TEMPER
GALLAHAN’S POVI wasn’t an empty-headed man. I was well-educated, and I held a good degree of self-awareness. But I was long aware of the fact that I had a very short temper and that I had a very abysmal control over my emotions.Heck, I had a long list of instances where I lost grip on rationality, snapped, and acted purely on rage.So really, it wasn’t so out of character for me to immediately scowl upon seeing the sight of William setting down a sleeping Gillian on the couch when I got to the bottom landing of the staircase.And it surely wasn’t atypical of me to be immediately rankled when William adjusted his stance, standing in an angle that shielded my daughter out of my view, as soon as he realized it was me.So, almost on instinct, a low rumbling sound, reminiscent of a warning growl, reverberated out of my mouth.It set off William, his pale green eyes taking on a deeper and more vibrant shade. He returned the sound I made in kind, baring his teeth as he did so.“Take a step
FATED TO A TYRANT FLEETING PEACE
WILLA’S POVBOTH.We ended up doing both.And bloody hell, it was so damn good.I didn’t think I'd ever felt this sated and blissed out before.And yet, Gallahan was still trying to draw me into another round, as if he hadn’t even had half of his fill.“You’re quite insatiable, aren’t you?” I teased with a sigh as he carried me out of the bathroom after a round of shower sex.“For you? Yeah,” he answered with a smug grin, settling me down on my writing desk with nothing but my robe keeping me decently covered.Meanwhile, Gallahan only had a white towel wrapped around his waist.“You’re just too… tempting. Too… addicting,” he said softly, nosing along the line of my jaw while his hands danced dangerously along the tie of my robe.“Seriously, you need to stop,” I said, bubbling a little with laughter and pushing him away from me. “It’s already pretty late in the night. We just stepped out of the bath, and we have to eat dinner.”But Gallahan was nothing if not stubborn. So he didn’t bud
FATED TO A TYRANT WOUND UP
GALLAHAN’S POVI couldn’t quite believe my ears when I detected a ring of insecurity in Willa’s voice.Incredulity. Disbelief. Fondness. Upset with myself.All of these emerged, coalesced and tangled into knots in my chest, leaving me speechless.But my silence sent the wrong signal, and I saw how Willa’s shoulders drooped and hunched as the light in her gorgeous green eyes dimmed like stars losing their shine.“Forget it,” she muttered dismissively, leaning forward to capture my mouth into another round of mind-blowing kissing.“Hey, hey,” I said as gently as I could while her lips tried to land on mine. “We have to talk about this.”“I think the humiliation could already last me a lifetime. Let’s just forget I ever said anything.”“No, Willa,” I said as firmly as I could. “I won’t let you stew on this until it eats you from the inside out. I need to set the record straight.”Willa was unwilling to return my gaze. She had set her eyes stubbornly glued on a particular spot on the left
FATED TO A TYRANT GIVING IN
WILLA’S POVGallahan’s words sent a shiver down my spine, while my heart leapt into a whirlwind of emotions.Was I really going to open up and allow Gallahan in, just because Miss Banfey wasn’t actually his chosen mate and the arrangement with Elodie no longer stood?Yes.Yes, I was.Because when Gallahan insisted that I was his only mate and that I deserve to be put on the priority list, I realized that those things were what I wanted too.I wanted…No.I needed to be loved and cared for.And deep down, I wanted Gallahan.I wanted and needed him so bad that it felt visceral and raw and…Gods… I had been deprived of a whole lot all these years. I spent a good chunk of my life dedicating myself to a cause I deeply believed in, then pouring every bit of me into motherhood because the twins needed me.I was also sick and tired of being haunted by the what ifs and of soothing the ache with nothing but imagined fantasies.But here and now? Gallahan was offering me a chance to grab somethin
FATED TO A TYRANT NOT JUST A MOTHER
GALLAHAN’S POVI stiffened as disappointment with Calisto bubbled in my veins.He wasn’t allowed to disrespect my mate and the very woman who carried him in the womb and birthed him to this world.Son or not, I wouldn’t let such a remark slip. Not by me.“Don’t be too hard on him,” Willa suddenly said, seemingly knowing what ran in my mind. “He’s just a little kid, Han.”“All the more reason to instill respect in him, don’t you think?” I countered easily. “Nip it in the bud, Willa. Because I sure as hell wouldn’t have a son who couldn’t respect women, especially their own mother.”“Han, he’s five,” she replied with a deep sigh. “He said it in the peak of his emotions.”I frowned, feeling utterly concerned that she would shove her own feelings down as if they didn’t matter. “Doesn’t make it any less hurtful for you.”“Yes,” she agreed slowly, as if she was talking to a five year old, and not a grown man. But it was hard to take offense when she was so near and looking so fucking beauti
FATED TO A TYRANT REFUTING ACCUSATIONS
GALLAHAN'S POVI couldn’t believe it.Willa was jealous. JEALOUS!But then again, this wasn’t the first instance she showed me how jealous she could get, given how she almost lost her composure when she saw Zuleika put on my ancestral sash for me.Tonight, though, I nearly erupted, ready to return the anger she was dishing out to me so unfairly.I was so damn close to losing my temper; I was basically just a step a way from fighting her—her vitriol against mine—until she began spouting nonsense about me being a philandering asshole, as if I hadn’t been losing my mind as I tried to look for her in the last six years.Instantly, the burning and venomous urge to argue and spat out angry words fizzled out. But it didn’t mean I was just going to let her continue to stew with all her wrong assumptions until they could fester and completely poison her thoughts and feelings for me.Daringly, I approached her and tossed the other half of her broken pencil aside. Then I plopped down next to her
FATED TO A TYRANT ACCUSATIONS
WILLA’S POVGallahan’s hands were balled into tight fists at his sides, and I could almost make out the mild tremors of barely suppressed anger in them.“Because a relationship goes both ways, Willa,” he said softly, yet his tone carried a certain icy sharpness that would’ve made a lesser man tremble.Except, I was no lesser man. So I slammed my sketchbook shut, carelessly tossed it and my broken pencil aside on the couch, and said evenly, “But that’s the thing, Gallahan. Is there even a relationship between us? What even are we?”Gallahan’s throat visibly bobbed up and down as he swallowed. Then his jaws tensed as the fiery hardness in his gaze flickered with uncertainty for a fleeting while.“We’re fucking mates, Willa,” he answered, meeting my own gaze head on, as if doing so could give some sort of truth in what he was saying. “You’re mine as much as I am yours. Did that fact fail to get through your head?”“Let’s not kid ourselves, Gallahan,” I said, smiling at him wanly. “You an
FATED TO A TYRANT OUTBURST
WILLA’S POVMy hope continued to dwindle with each passing day that the twins refused to talk to each other. The day after the big fight, Calisto, who wouldn’t dare meet my gaze, requested to go to the Alfiero Manor to spend time with my parents.I allowed him to, thinking that maybe it was what he needed. A space to breathe. An environment where he wasn’t all cooped up.Gillian, on the other hand, stayed with me. But it was evident how quiet and subdued she had become.She still played, of course. But I could tell she was growing lonelier and lonelier. I tried to be there for her as much as I could, trying to fill in the void that Calisto’s presence and company usually filled.It just wasn’t enough, though. Because I wasn’t Calisto, and it was him who she wanted to talk to and play with.Hearing her sighs and seeing her half-forced a smile made me want to castrate Gallahan every single time.The very bastard who finally deigned to show up on the late afternoon of the fourth day after
FATED TO A TYRANT ONE BIG FIGHT
WILLA’S POV“I… I…” Calisto stammered, but I remained frozen as stone.My heart seemed to have shrunk like a deflated balloon, while my lungs were ready to burst out.My vision blurred with tears in an instant, and I couldn’t make another sound other than a choked out gasp.“I hate you!” Gillian shouted, pushing Calisto and sending him falling on his butt. “You’re not my brother anymore!”My family was crumbling all around me in a snap, and I couldn’t let that happen just because Gallahan couldn’t be man enough to keep his promises. So I blinked away my tears and shoved my own feelings aside.I helped Calisto get back on his feet, but he recoiled from my touch as if I had burned him.It sent another wave of excruciating pain in my chest, which I dutifully tried to ignore by turning my focus on Gillian.“Gillian, that’s not nice,” I said softly, caressing her back up and down to soothe her anger away.“What he said wasn’t nice either!”Her tears had ceased falling, but her face was sti
