To Dahlia, being sold like a commodity, while desperate old men clamored to have a taste of her was the height of degradation anyone could face, but little does she know that that was only the tip of the iceberg.

In a world where destiny is created and manipulated by the moon goddess, the last thing Dahlia expected is that a single night with the Alpha’s son would reshape her life—and not for the better, in her books.

Once the omega slave and the alpha’s plaything, Dahlia is faced with more challenges than she ever imagined. She is scarred beyond measure. Hurt, battered and desperate. 

She’s not an omega but a full blown werewolf, a werewolf with a strong dormant bloodline—a bloodline strong enough to scare even the moon goddess.

Her close proximity with Alpha Zarek had somehow managed to awaken her dormant wolf, opening her eyes to secrets she never knew about herself.

The mission had been to save herself. To get her daughter to safety and flee, so now imagine her surprise when she discovers a huge secret about him. A huge secret that has her questioning everything. 

Now hunted by the Alpha of her old pack and stalked by a vengeful man after her blood, Dahlia must navigate her tangled bond with her possessive new master. But as passion rises and secrets unravel, she must choose:

To save him and get to know about her real roots or flee— as usual. It would have been easy to take the easier route, the more predictable path but there’s a problem: She’s Alpha Zarek’s fated mate.

Dahlia was born for this moment. To have the entire world under her control. She’s not broken. She’s waiting. And she has no intention of backing down.

Their bond is a burden.

Their affection, a lie.

But the fire between them? The scorching engulfing fire burning between their veins might be real.

And even if it is, it will either unite them. Or end them.

I sat cross-legged on my Italian X- chair draped in tapestries as I stared into the distance. There was a tray of untouched freshly picked fruits in the small bronze table in front of me and a bottle of exquisite wine, one I had no business drinking from.


Overall, my external appearance was that of total indifference— cold. Expensive. Comported, a stark contrast to how I really felt. A total opposite to the war brewing like a storm in my heart.


My hands trembled slightly as I heard the sounds of approaching footsteps, and knowing that she was close, I sat up straighter, my back stiffening as her scent hit my nostrils.


My wolf growled, its rage slamming into me as my jaw ticked.


"Alpha, you sent for me." A sultry feminine voice said, and just like that, I nearly lost control. My wolf thrashed within me with a force that I've never felt from it before, struggling to be let out, desperate to be allowed to wreck its kind of havoc.


Chapter 79 - Aversion to nuts.