Novel & Cerita Fated To Her Tormentors

she mumbles unhappily. She hates the thought of calling anyone aloha. She hates the thought of being controlled again, being in a vulnerable situation where she has no control what so ever. It reminds her of those days she was used by Damian and Hati. The days she were tied up and tortured for her soul. "There's no need to call me alpha, Tabby. Go about addressing me as you always have," Theo reassured her. "Okay," she agrees. Some of her anxiety leaving her body in an instant. I can tell but the way she carry's herself over to me. Climbing into my lap and curling up as small as she can.

“So you have a name. Radosh. And then she fell asleep, clutching the child to her chest. The rest was full of vague visions, which, like an echo of the experience, still disturbed the mind. Two hunters who captured her near the village - half-mad, growling with rage and thirst. Strong, ruthless. They easily twisted her, although she rushed, as if mad, growled and howled. One - young - she even managed to injure, and she managed to sip his blood. But retribution followed immediately: a jerk somewhere to the side ... She was dragged through the snow. She could never defeat this hunter. A kick to the stomach turned the world into a blazing burning pain. And then a terrible realization of what h

"I'd rather be a rogue than stay in a pack led by an abomination." "Then you should be happy with this sentence." She screamed curses at him as the guards prepared to drag her away, her composure finally breaking as the reality of her situation sank in. She would spend whatever remained of her life struggling to survive alone, probably dying within months from starvation or attacks by other rogues. "I curse you," she shrieked as they pulled her toward the forest. "I curse your mate and your hybrid spawn. May you suffer as I've suffered, may you know the pain of—"

Aside from the undead armies surrounding the vicinity, which were invisible, the minister she had compelled into joining us, and I was the only one present. I gazed at the minister, who was staring blankly at nothing. Sienna had compelled him, and he would be in that state until she snapped him out. I knew how it was to be controlled since I was the first person she had experimented with her powers ever since she came back from the dead. It wasn't a fun thing to be compelled because you lose all the freedom you have that instant and want to do as the person desires. I was glad I had snapped out of it immediately, but I didn't know how it happened.

"She asked me to look after Jordan if something happened to her. She wanted us to make sure that Jordan had a family, but it looks like she has you." "You know about Jordan's condition," I ask quietly and she nods. "I have that same condition. I was drugged at fifteen, sexually assaulted and didn't know about Jordan until two days ago. Jordan is my daughter." "I thought I saw a resemblance between you two," she says with a smile. In a split second, fear filled her eyes as she looks to my left. "It's Jeff. He's making his way over here. He's the biggest bully in the school."

said Layla as she couldn’t see her sister being mentally tortured all over again. “Don’t, sister. Please. Nobody will come between us today!!” said Lily going back, before her sister could touch her and take her away. “Why did you do that? What did you got after betraying us again??? Hyun Jin is being tortured and God knows how badly because he won’t give in!! He never gives in!! And that’s why he is always alone!!! He never trusts people easily, but he trusted you again, you snake in the sleeve!!!! Even after you stabbed him in the back, he got up to wipe your tears!! Just looking at you is boiling my damn blood!! You disgust me, Lee Jaemin!!!” said Lily while spitting fire with each word c

I had vowed never to let her go. But the truth? I was the one bound. Bound to a mate who hated me. Bound to a curse only she could break. Bound to a fate that felt more like death than salvation. And no matter how much she fought me… I couldn’t turn back. Not now. Not ever....

She was one of those people born with a humble life--- the lowest in mankind and was believed to be ruled by those in power. “This little bitch. If only we could just kill you now,” another man from the group said and gave her one more kick. It was harder than the previous one though she didn’t feel any difference at all. She was walking the whole time while the guys were in the carriage, probably having drinks and snacks since the trip started. On the other hand, she was walking with ropes tied on her hands and ankles connected to the carriage in case she tried to run away which she had a plan in the first place. She was used to it. All kinds of tortures and abuse, Layla had experienced the

she said aloud, though it sounded weaker now than an hour ago. Rhett’s eyes flicked to her—stormy, unreadable. He didn’t look like the type to back down from anything, and he sure as hell didn’t look like he knew what to do with a mate who wasn’t interested in being claimed. Good, that made two of them. You were supposed to be free, Ellan. That voice in her head was her mother’s, long dead and never kind. Freedom had always been a mirage anyway. Mira had grown up scraping her way through rogue territories, fighting off worse than ferals, training under bitter Betas who taught her pain before they taught her control.

’ I snarled. ‘You mean she belongs to us?’ Tyr asked, and with a sinking feeling I hated to admit he may be right. She did. But, while she may belong to us, she would never be ours, for I would never allow her to wear my mark, and nor would I ever wear hers. This was fated to be a failure… ‘Fuck off.’