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.

Every moment I spent watching them chat animatedly amongst themselves made my heart burn with anger.


Every time he'd lean close to her to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, feed her something or whisper something to her made me mad.


He acted like he could not notice the killing glares I sent in his direction or the discomfort I felt watching them so close, even when I knew that he could. 


Desperate to get him out of here, I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and coughed loudly, and in that moment, he lifted his head to look at me.


And in that moment, I forced myself to channel all the rage I could feel… all the disgust and the disappointment, and I made sure it would be as clear as day on my face as I glared straight at him. I saw him balk. Noticed the way his hand froze midair, but then he looked away when she pulled at the sleeve of his robe to catch his attention.


Chapter 82 - Let me go.