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 didn't hear the next words the Beta said. I couldn't even bring myself to pay attention as I was distracted by Alpha Zarek's wide grin.


Alpha Zarek pulled his lips away from mine and just when I thought he was about to quit his assault on me, he wrapped one hand around my neck—not with enough force to block my airflow, but just enough to feel it. To feel how fragile I was against him. He then kissed my lips with a passion so fierce, it felt like my soul was being drunk.


The kiss was not like those whispered amongst the slaves in the palace. There was nothing soft about it. It was damming. Condescending. Possessive. 


He claimed my mouth over and over again, and when I refused him permission to slip his tongue into my mouth, he bit my lower lip so hard that I cried out in both pain and pleasure. Taking the cue, he stuck his tongue in, claiming everything that I was greedily. Branding me as his in one fierce kiss.


Chapter 56 - Pleasure and Pain.