Many young she-wolves have dreamed of meeting their mate, the one who would sweep them off their feet, at least that was what they were told.

Sapphire Nightborne once dreamed of the same thing until she met hers, a true monster.

Instead of marks of love, he left whip marks , words of love were replaced with those of hate. 

"Congratulations Damien, you finally broke me."

Join her as she struggles to be the master of her own fate.

Smoke and Mirrors

<p>I woke up feeling like death, my head was pounding as if someone had been going at it with a hammer. I got out of the small cot I was on before realising that I had yet again been stripped down, but this time with slightly more clothing. At least I was out of that god awful dress. I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration and winced in discomfort as my fingers caught against the dried blood my hair was caked in.</p>

<p>I felt someone watching me before turning around to see Damien, flanked by two guards, standing right in front of me. However, the only thing that could truly protect him was the thick slab of glass that separated the two of us. I punched the glass expecting it to fall apart and shatter, but nothing happened, I had not been able to even put a crack in it. In fact, my hands burned by merely touching it.</p>

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