My Beloved Oppressor Wattpad Novels & Stories

Once, I had a mother’s hand on my cheek and a fiancé who swore he’d die for me. Now I had welts that never healed and a collar burned into my throat that said PROPERTY OF THE NORTHERN DOMINION. The overseer—a scarred wolf with a missing ear—strode down the row, boot splashing through the puddles. His gaze snagged on the blind girl two bodies to my left. Pale as bone, nineteen at most, trembling so hard her chains rattled like bells. “You—crawling on the floor like a worm. What the fuck are you doing?”

“I used to think how you owe me so many things but now, when I am able to think clearly I realize that it is I who owes you so many things. “I robbed you, Nefret. I robbed you of your choice to be marked. I robbed you of your normal life and the happiness you deserved. I gave you pain and sadness for being my mate. I don’t have much to offer, really. I was never loved by anyone. It was a foreign thing for me, love. I was jealous of those who got it without asking for it while I tried to earn it. Though, I never got it from anyone anyway. Maybe, I am not meant to be loved.

He wanted me gone. His command was a dagger to my heart. I stumbled back, the pain in my chest throbbing, and I fled home. I had no choice but to obey him. Despite being marked by Gabe, Sebastian was my Alpha, and my loyalty to him was unshakable. I didn't want to admit it, but my bastard of a mate was right: I was an omega. My purpose was to serve and obey. Even when commanded to leave everything I loved, I would do it willingly. Each step felt heavier than the last, weighed down by the crushing realization that I had lost everything.

But alas, my torment only became worse. My mind went to the day I received a broken wrist and ended up in the infirmary. “Well, if it isn’t the defect, the freak.” Natalia is an Omega who loves to torment me. She and her friends are worse than my father. They get creative with their torture of me. They even brag about it to my father, and all he does is laugh.

What can I do to win her back? Caspian was stunned by Forrest's words. He gripped the phone tightly, his mind going blank. Then, a wave of panic suddenly engulfed him. He couldn't control the angry roar that burst from his lips. "Shut up! Forrest, how could you fall for Serena? What right do you have? Don't forget. You were nothing but my replacement. She almost became my Luna. She's never loved you! You don't have the right to touch her!" When Forrest heard "she's never loved you", he froze for a moment, feeling as if his heart had shattered into pieces.

My stomach twisted with disgust and panic as he continued. "Do you really want Alex to die over some documents?" His gaze flickered toward Alex. "After all, he stole my company from me." I looked at the man standing before me—the man I had once loved—and realized he was a monster. "You're a monster." Charles laughed. Taylor laughed too. The sound made my skin crawl. I turned desperately toward Taylor. "Please." I grabbed her arm. "Help me." She pulled away. "Hold pressure on his wound while I get the documents,” I begged.

Megan Jealousy, there’s no other word for it. First Cyra, now Piper, have found mates who absolutely adore them. Both of them come from homes with crappy fathers, just like me. Maybe that means there’s hope for me. Watching Alpha Henry possessively hold on to Piper, watching her use the mate bond to soothe him made me ache for that in my life. After years of suffering a father who told me I was worthless and would never amount to anything, I would love nothing more than to have a mate who made me feel loved and cherished for the woman I am.

he said and I was left speechless for some seconds. Like what is he saying??? I was so confused and shocked by what he just said. “I don't understand? Where is this coming from?" I asked and it seemed he wasn't done. He still had a lot to pour out of his chest. “You don't have to deny it. I know everything and I don't really expect you to like me or anything. I know you blame me for everything bad that has happened in your life but you should know I wasn't the one who stole your freedom from you. I met you locked up and maltreated like an animal by Elijah and trust me there was no escaping that man and that life but I saved you from all that and I tried my best to make sure you lack nothing

"He never understood that I would choose your hatred over his victory. He thinks I brought you here to be his Queen. He doesn't know I brought you here to be his executioner." The dark, lyrical weight of his words settled into my bones. He wasn't just obsessed with me; he was obsessed with the idea of my freedom, even if that freedom required him to be the villain in my story. It was a psychologically layered devotion—one that hurt as much as it healed.

My shoulder hurts from his manhandling, and I hold it to ease the pain, my throat dry. I hate everything about him. He took advantage of my misery and is now exploiting my vulnerable state. He desires my body, I feel like to burn myself but I can't hurt myself because my papa raised me with love and hard work. I won't succumb to weakness; I am my papa's brave daughter, and I will witness his downfall. I'll see him suffer as he laughed at my helplessness.