They dressed me in the most expensive tight silk gown 👗and told me I was to become the queen of the tyrant Torin. I thought it was just a loveless political marriage. Until my birthday. He walked up to me with a smile, holding a dripping severed head. 🩸 It was his gift to me, belonging to an innocent pregnant woman. I trembled all over, while he thoroughly relished my terror. Late at night, my bedroom door was pushed open silently. His massive frame trapped me in the shadows. Rough fingers mercilessly probed beneath my skirt, tearing the fragile lace apart. "You can beg for mercy today." He bit my earlobe, his voice filled with a sickly thrill. "Then when your heat comes, you'll cry and beg me to shove my d!ck into you." He thought I would wait to die like any other prey, reduced to a tool for breeding his pups. He was wrong. After he left, I took scissors and completely shredded that gorgeous gown. ✂️ I bound my breasts and cut off my long hair. The tyrant's fiancée died tonight. The one showing up at the all-male Alpha academy tomorrow will only be a vengeful wild wolf. Only back then, I didn't know the wrath would bring me the triplet alpha princes' deepest OBSESSION.