All Chapters of The tyrant Queen [ her alpha slave ] : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Momentarily, Queen Isle arrived at the rusty dungeons alongside Shawn, who walked beside her. The hefty guards who caught her cold sight quickly bowed down in reverence. She's the tyrant queen, no one tempts her to look into her eyes. No one dares retaliate at her, and no one dares step on the path she chooses to walk on. She's the word, dignity, and prestige itself. "THE QUEEN HAS ARRIVED!" Shawn declared openly, his voice resonating in the dungeon. Queen Isle scoffed mindlessly, she ambled elegantly as her eyes were being scrutinized by the wounded men, women, and children in the dungeons. Their bodies were smashed with blood, injuries here and there on every inch of their bodies. And no matter how she hates to admit it; indeed, the werewolf's kingdom had fought a valiant battle against her battalions. These souls were once Alpha Jeffery's people, but now they are her slaves and they were meant to do as she wishes and pleases. Nevertheless, Queen shrugged every thought off her

Henrietta's excruciating wailing continues outside the room. Jeffrey was deeply hurt and pained to the depth of his heart. His lips tremble immensely, and his thick breathing evades hots winds to her Queen Isle's face. Jeffrey's manly hands fisted, and he felt the huge impulse to malevolently attack Queen Isle. However, he couldn't take drastic action because his wife, his unborn child, and his species would suffer greatly for it. "Strip or your wife would die as an outcome of your stubbornness!" She warned with an indignant face. She frowned at him daringly, Jeffrey was left with no option but to do what he was instructed to do. Unhurriedly, his sturdy hands undid his buttons and his shirt fell freely to the marble floors. Revealing his large abs, his stripped chest shows off his thick veins and muscles. A few strands of brown hair adorned his chest. Meanwhile, Jeffrey kept his blue eyes on queen Isle who ogled disgustingly at him. A crucial smirk stretched on Queen Isle's l

It was prematurely morning, the sun had just risen consciously up in the bright sky as it lits up the earth with its illumination rays.Likewise, the kingdom's inhabitants have arisen from their slumbers as they could be seen to be bustling around here and there for the unpredictable occurrences of the day.Among the six kingdoms, the kingdom of Denmark has prevailed to possess the most harmonic and prosperous lands. Although, the kingdom of the werewolves slightly beats them to it.Nevertheless, at the castle, Lady Macbeth could be seen in the kitchen as she gives out a series of orders to the slaves and servants before leaving the kitchen. She got outside the castle and saw Shawn in the vast yard, wiggling and jerking his left arm energetically as he practice his sword-fighting along with his blade.At that moment, his head snappily looked over at her as she approached him. Hence, he paused immediately."I was waiting for you," he said out the very moment she got to him. "I'm sorr

The temperate in the ballroom was intense and filled with anticipation as everyone was extremely impatient to see what would happen... "I won't do what you ask of me, Isle. Do your worst!" Jeffery growled, his thick veins throbbing around his neck. "Really? I should do my worst, huh?" Queen Isle arched her brows at him as she promptly took a few strides toward him. All anticipating eyes on them, everyone gripping at the unusual event which has never occurred before in history. Inwardly, a few foresaw that Jeffery won't heed the queen's request —but then, the queen is not a lenient soul to deal with. "Yes, Isle! Do. Your. Worst!" Jeffery angrily emphasized indifferently. Luna Henrietta whimpered on hearing her mate’s reluctance, she was extremely scared that he might be hurt badly for enraging at the queen. "I knew he would prove stubborn," Beta Kappa muttered with a scoff, and Jeffery threw a harsh glare at his beta. “Jeffery...” Queen Isle called, dangerously as she scowled a

"How dare that old hag to invade my kingdom, huh?!" Queen Isle was grumbling angrily as she marched towards the throne hall. "Old Basildon!!" She growls, pushing the huge door open as she stormed inside with the most vicious face one could ever see. "Isle, good timing!!" Old Basildon welcomed, stuffing a large amount of food into his mouth. He's a thousand years old dragon, decked out in a black robe, and a big black hat which sat on his white long hair with his scrawny face and long nose. The maids who were busily dishing out his meal, precipitously took off from the dining hall as they wouldn't want the Queen to vent her anger upon them —that's gonna be extremely disastrous. "Miss me?" He chuckled further as he munched his meal. Hence, he glimpsed at the cold queen who was pacing maliciously towards the long dining table, as she banged her hands loudly on it and the cutleries shook. "Old Basildon, leave my kingdom now!!" Queen Isle spitefully yelled at him, and her eyes blacke