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 could hear the hushed whispers from the other side of the door. It's all I ever heard for the past two days, besides the usual sound of maidservants coming to clean up my chamber or serve my food.


But today, it was different. The whispers were louder, more agitated; and now, even my frustration had seeped into my behavior, causing me to refuse every food brought into my chamber, every snack, and everything else in between that I had been offered.


For some reason, I was antsy and grumpy, and now, it was a wonder how I could still keep up with my act without blowing it all up.


My nostrils suddenly flared when a familiar scent hit my senses. It was mouthwatering and smelled more divine than any food or expensive perfume could ever smell, and it made me so anxious that I quickly whipped my head in the direction of the door just as a mop of ginger hair trudged into the room.


Chapter 51 - Literal death of me.