Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.

A whimper slipped past my lips as he backed me to the wall, with every step he took further, my heart pounded against my chest. When the distance between us disappeared, he leaned down and whispered. "You have been such a naughty girl for so long and it's time for your punishment," My lips trembled as I spoke, "Is this a game?" ━━━━ Surviving as a lone wolf was difficult, especially when you have so many enemies chasing behind you. Myra left her pack at a very young age and found shelter in a small city. It wasn't long enough till the wolves found her and captured her. She was thrown at the feet of the Alpha Bane and was forced into submission.

"𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠" He saw her one day helping out an old woman, he thought nothing of it. He saw her again giving food to the helpless and the needy person on the street that everyone ignored, something inside him moved, he could hear the ice surrounding his cold heart crack. He kept seeing her and each and every time she was either helping someone out or laughing her innocent laugh and the ice surrounding his cold heart finally shattered. He could hear his heart beating now and also he could feel it. The Devil fell in love with a beauty because of her simple acts of kindness. He knew he needed her, he knew he wanted her and he knew that he would get her no matter what, even if it meant taking her away from her happy and a life full of light to his darkness. But what if she didn't want him? What if she refused the crown that he was forcing her to wear? What if it was just an Unwanted Crown to her? ____________________________________ This Dark Romance! Readers' discretion is required!

"Please dont do this, I don't want it. Please." I plead with him but it's no use. He walks over to me and slams his hand on the wall next to my head, making me jump. "Turn around." He speaks slowly in a low tone. I don't move out of fear and stare at him. "NOW!" I jump and slowly turn around. I feel him move my hair to the side and puts it on. He turns me back around, smiling. "Now, that wasn't so bad." He pauses staring at me. "Make sure you never take this off. Do you understand? Never." He says in a commanding tone, looking into my eyes. I nod silently, he stares at me and gently kisses my cheek. "I will be back for you later." He turns and leaves the room. Once I'm sure he is gone, I go to the mirror. I look at my neck and see it... A leather collar with his name inscripted on it . Damien ***** If you think this is a happy story, it's not so beware. This story includes dark love with obsession and an extreme possessive dominant male.