All Chapters of FATED TO A TYRANT: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

GALLAHAN’S POV“Gallahan!”My name rang loud and shrill from Maliya’s and Zuleika’s lips.“It is quite alright, Miss Banfey, Miss Macarius,” Alfiero assured. “I already expected to be met with petulant tantrums even before I agreed to meet for a talk.”The genial way he addressed both women was instantly wiped away the moment he redirected his attention to me.He seemed unruffled by the fact that I was demanding for his granddaughter specifically. It left me with two possible scenarios.One. Willa had told him about us being fated mates.Or two. He was just damn fucking good at keeping his composure and hiding his real emotions and thoughts.But I had no habit of believing appearances and weightless words. So I had every intention to pry the truth from him.“Petulant?” I scoffed. “Perhaps some degree of introspection is needed, Headmaster. Maybe you will realize then that my petulance and impudence, as you have called it, is earned by your blatant disrespect. You ought to honor your wo

WILLA’S POVAs my mind whirred with a million possibilities of why Grandpa wanted to talk to us as soon as he arrived from the parley, I followed Mom and William into Grandpa’s capacious study. It was well-lit and with shelves upon shelves that exposed his thirst for knowledge.“Good that you’re finally here,” Grandpa said from where he sat on a large leather wingback chair that was behind his dark mahogany desk.He slowly rose from his seat and walked over to the couch set, where Dad was already comfortably seated with a cup of tea in hand.Mom, knowing her place was always beside Dad, sat down next to him in a matter of seconds. Grandpa occupied the lone armchair that stood at the head of the glass center table, while William and I claimed the couch across from the one our parents had taken.“Tea?” William asked me, gesturing at the porcelain teapot.“No, thank you,” I replied softly.I still had to meet with a healer again to know more about my growing baby’s health, the tonics I mu

WILLA’S POV“Home sweet home!” William exclaimed as he stormed inside my house like he owned it.I had long given up on making him stop barging in unannounced. I had also ceased my attempts at making him shut the hell up about how Grandpa tricked me into agreeing a compromise that was more in their favor.“Here we go again,” I mumbled to myself.In just a few seconds, William would prance into the kitchen and say his usual jab about my pseudo-independence.“Three. Two. One,” I whispered, counting down for my brother’s pesky presence.I wasn’t disappointed when he strutted in, bringing a tray of fresh eggs and a bag that was full of packaged red meat

WILLA’S POVBefore I could respond evasively, Grandpa said, “Now is your chance to explain, child. Your son is asking. Might as well seize the chance.”Gillian and Calisto looked at me inquisitively, and I glanced at William for help.He heaved a deep sigh before he reached out to Calisto, picked him up, and got back on his feet. Then he gave a nod to Gillian’s direction.Biting my lower lip, I wrapped my arms around my daughter and moved her to sit on my lap. William then occupied the chair my daughter vacated, settling my son on his thighs and making him face me.“Go on,” William murmured.After drawing a much needed breath, I said, “Mommy has something very

GALLAHAN’S POV “Willa,” I moaned into the silence of my room while my hand pumped my painfully hard cock. “Fuck… Willa, willa…” Images of her, which were barely vivid for my liking, consumed my rut-addled mind. My imagined Willa willingly succumbed to me. She was spread out for me to take, moaning in pleasure and whining to be claimed, mounted and bred. Most of all, she looked at me like I was the man she actually wanted. Like I wasn’t some sort of heartless and evil pig. Hot desire and the primal need to have my mate swept all over me, and I pathetically bucked my hips, fucking myself into my hand. The tightness and wetness of my grip was barely enough, and the Willa in my mind’s eye intensified my craving to kiss her, hold her, and fuck her. I WANTED HER. I NEEDED HER. The desire was so raw and so visceral that I growled loudly in frustration because nothing I did was enough to soothe it. “Willa, Willa, fuck… So tight, baby.” My rut continued to torment me with waves upon