All Chapters of The Vicious Tyrant Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Jerri's POVI am Alpha Jerri, the most powerful Lycan King in all the land. I am feared by all, for my cruelty and merciless ways knows no bounds. But as I relaxed by the pool, sipping on a glass of wine, I allowed myself to indulge in a moment of peace.The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the pool and the lush gardens that surrounded it. I closed my eyes and let out a contented sigh. It's moments like this that makes all the bloodshed and violence worth it.But just as I was about to take another sip of my wine, I heard the sound of approaching footsteps. I opened my eyes and sat up, instantly alert. It wasn't often that anyone dared to disturb me during my moments of relaxation.Two of my scouts rush towards me, panting and out of breath. They knelt before me, heads bowed."What is it?" I demanded, my voice sharp."Forgive us, Alpha," one of them said. "But we have important news for you."I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Speak."The scout hesitates for a moment before con

Gracie's POVI stood by the pool, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension. Relief that I was out of my father's house, and apprehension at the thought of living under the rule of the Lycan King. As I looked around, I noticed an omega wolf from the pack approaching me. He looked nervous and kept glancing around as though he was afraid of being seen."Gracie, what are you doing here?" he whispered, eyeing me suspiciously."I was just taking a break." I replied, feeling a pang of guilt. I knew that I was supposed to be doing my duties, but I had been feeling so overwhelmed lately that I needed a moment of respite."You need to be careful," he warned, looking around once more before continuing in a hushed tone. "The Beta is looking for you. He's been in a foul mood all day and I don't think you want to be on his bad side today."My heart sank at the mention of the pack Beta, Walter. He was known for his cruelty and his love for making examples out of those who dared to cross him. I q

Gracie's POVAs I sat in the dark cell, shivering with fear and pain, my mind raced with thoughts of what the Lycan King might do to me next, after he had ordered his guards to bring me here. I had never been so scared in my life. I thought I had the courage to stand up to him, to fight against his cruel and barbaric ways, but now I realized that I was completely at his mercy. The pain from the wounds he had inflicted on me was excruciating, and I knew that I needed medical attention soon or I might not make it out alive.I couldn't help but wonder how I had to end up in this situation. I never imagined that I would be pulled into this world of violence and power struggles, where one wrong move could mean certain death. Lots of persons had been saying it, talking about how unforgiven the Lycan King was, but I had been so naive, thinking that I could make a difference by standing up to him and his ruthless ways. Now, I was paying the price for my foolishness.All thanks to my father fo

Gracie's POVI woke up with a throbbing pain between my legs, and as I sat up, I immediately realized that I was back again in my cell. I groaned as I tried to recall what had happened to me the previous night. And then it hit me- the Lycan King had forced himself upon me, and I had no choice but to give in to his lustful desires.Tears streamed down my face as I remembered how I had tried to fight him off, but he was too strong for me. He had ripped off my clothes and taken me hard, thrusting into me with an animalistic hunger that left me feeling violated and used. And yet, a part of me couldn't deny the pleasure I had felt in his embrace, at some point.I bit my lip as the pain in my pussy intensified, and I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever be able to escape from this place. I knew that I had to find a way out, but I didn't know how. I was trapped, and there seemed to be no hope for me.As I lay there, lost in my thoughts, I heard footsteps approaching my cell. My heart sk

Gracie's POVThe sun was beating down on my back, my lungs were burning, and my legs were heavy, but I didn't stop. I kept running, trying to keep up with the other soldiers. The training was brutal, and every muscle in my body ached.We had been training for hours, doing push-ups until our arms felt like they were going to fall off, and practicing fighting techniques that left me bruised and sore, opening back the scars of the initial wounds I had earlier. But I kept going, knowing that my survival depended on it.As I ran, I thought about how far I had come. I was no longer the helpless girl who had been sold into slavery by her own father. I was strong, capable, and determined. I would do whatever it takes to survive and get my revenge.The sound of my footsteps echoed in my ears as I ran, and I could hear the heavy breathing of the soldiers around me. Sweat was pouring down my face, and my clothes were drenched. But I didn't slow down.We finally stopped, and I collapsed onto the