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.

My skin buzzed with emotions whose names I couldn't even place my finger on. I was all smiles, forgetting that I was still kneeling as everyone began to stride out of the courtroom whilst talking amongst themselves. And while very few people seemed genuinely happy with the outcome, a vast majority was pissed.


The Grand Elder— whose name I just found out was Mateu— seemed totally pissed, and before stepping out, he'd stopped to glare fixatedly at me, taking in my entire length in one dragged glare, as if promising me more torture in the future.


But right now, I didn't care so much about him. All I was thankful for was the fact that I had been spared, and that I wouldn't have to be treated like some runt anymore.


However, I was snapped out of my reverie when I heard the unmistakable sound of heels clacking against the marble floor, and I looked up just in time to see Ms Jennifer strutting over, her expression as dark as the clouds on a stormy evening.


Chapter 67 - Love lost.