All Chapters of FATED TO A TYRANT: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

WILLA’S POV Gallahan studied my face, his gaze intense and unreadable. He spent a few seconds just staring at me, unmoving against the closed door. To say it was unnerving would be a big understatement. The way he was looking at me made me want to squirm, as if his eyes were able to poke and prod at me with an incorporeal stick to make me unravel before him. Finally, he broke his silence and said, “You say that, but you don’t look and sound sure. Why don’t you just jump straight to the biting part?” My eyes fluttered close as I felt my ire starting to bubble in my blood. I inhaled deeply, trying to muster all my patience that I wasn’t sure I still had. After all, I was already emotionally wrung out from everything that transpired tonight. And so, I was far from surprised when I found myself still growing irate. “You told me yourself that we have no time to waste and that you've agreed to do this,” I said waspishly, opening my eyes to shoot him an annoyed glare. “But you’re

WILLA’S POV I was sore, and it bloody ached to even walk. But I gritted my teeth and managed to do things I wanted to do. After all, I could be quite stubborn. I took a quick hot shower, cladded myself in my most comfortable set of plaid pajamas, and mechanically did my nightly routine. Right after, I prepared my bed for the nesting and neatly arranged the ceremonial robes of my family in a way that would cosily cocoon the twins. I moved and puttered about almost mechanically, yet everything I did was with a dogged purpose of making myself busy so I could chase away the humiliation from earlier that clung to me like a second skin. Then I went to give Calisto and Gillian a warm sponge bath and slipped them into their favorite sleepwear, before finally moving them to my room. I joined them on the king-size bed, lying down on my side beside Gillian and holding Calisto’s alarmingly cold hand. Wolf ears had sprouted on their heads and their once cute nails had morphed into litt

WILLA’S POV“Ugh. Who the fuck is it? It’s barely morning,” Gallahan grumbled, holding Calisto a tad bit tighter as if to show how unwilling he was to leave the nest.“Language,” I chided mildly, giving him a stern glare.He rolled my eyes at me and retorted, “I will use any language I want-”“Not in front of our children,” I argued. “Now… Would you mind?”I gave a pointed glance at Gillian, and Gallahan was quick to take the hint.Since we had started nesting, we could no longer leave the bed at the same time. And given how he seemed to loathe the idea of letting go of Calisto anytime soon, it fell upon me to see who it was behind the door.But just as I was about to move Gillian and hand her over to Gallahan, William’s voice resounded from the other side of the door, saying, “I hate to bother you so early in the morning, but I have to give you a few things. One of them is urgent.”“Just come inside,” I said loudly, settling back comfortably against the headboard with Gillian still c

WILLA’S POVIt was so terrifyingly easy to be lulled into a sense of comfort and warmth around Gallahan. My defenses just seemed to turn to putty with just one smile, one playful remark, one damning touch.It hadn’t even been long since we agreed to start over again, and yet I was already on my way towards the forbidden and dangerous territory where a slippery slope called ‘FALLING IN LOVE’ awaited me.Heck, even the throbbing deep wound from the humiliating rejection of my blowjob seemed to cease existing whenever he so much as glanced at me.I was fucking pathetic. Was being so weak and pathetic come in a package in being bonded to one’s fated mate? Ugh!The culprit of my crisis casually sauntered out of my en suite bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. A smaller one hung around his neck, which he had obviously used to dry his hair.“God, I still feel like I’m about to burst from our dinner.”He patted his abdomen as if to prove his point, but it was all moot w

GALLAHAN’S POVDays bled into a week, and a single week morphed into three. Gradually, the twins began to show signs of getting better, much to our relief.The ears slowly but surely shrunk and disappeared by the end of the second week of nesting, and their cute little hands returned by the middle of the third. The fur that had sprouted on their arms eventually diminished until none was left.But nesting wasn’t as easy as I initially thought it was.Sure, it meant staying in the nest for ninety-nine percent of the time, cuddling and showering Calisto and Gillian with affection, which were both easy feats to do.But when the second week rolled in, Willa and I gradually got sick of the humdrum of our days. Our bodies desperately sought movement and nature.Our skin yearned to bask in the warmth of the morning sun, and our eyes were desperate to get a glimpse of a different view from the one we always see in our window.The longing and need to roam free outside, to greedily breathe in th