All Chapters of FATED TO A TYRANT: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

GALLAHAN’S POV“Gallahan,” Zuleika gasped.But I couldn’t bring myself to turn to her or offer some sort of response. Because the adorable dark-haired boy with green eyes had seized my entire attention and was holding it completely captive in his small hands.My eyes drank in the cherubic face, then raked all over his small form. To be fair, he was probably average-sized among his peers, but he was tiny compared to me, who loomed over him like a tower.“He asked you a question, you know?” Maliya murmured as a reminder.I cleared my throat, willing the wave of nausea to go away. But with how my heart was leaping out of control and my blood fizzing with an energy I couldn’t quite explain, it was a little hard to get my bearings and reign myself in.I couldn’t even answer the simple question of the boy, because a lump had taken residence in my throat, and I couldn’t seem to swallow it down.It didn’t help my case that my mind was in jumbles, unable to weave words into something coherent

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

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

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

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