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.

A buzz of activities happened all around me at the same time but they were the least of my problems. My problem now was Ms Jennifer and the way she sobbed into a tiny piece of cloth, garnering the sympathy of everyone around us.


My problem was the stupid guard, the one who had joined forces with her to beat me to a pulp, and who was now twisting the entire story into something none of us could recognize anymore.


My problem was the agitated crowd, ahhing and ohhing while the idiotic guard spun more unrealistic tales aboutthubgs that never happened to them.


My problem was my knees which now hurt so badly from kneeling down for so long.


Angry tears burned at the back of my eyelids and I did nothing to keep it at bay even when it began to slip into the corners of my eyes, and even when I began to hear snickers from behind me.


Chapter 66 - Aid.