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.

Jennifer pressed herself against the cold wooden door, fuming because no matter how hard she banged on it, Zarek wouldn't open up. He didn't even speak to her nor complain about the nuisance she was causing, and that irked her.


Her eyes squeezed shut in a blinding rage that bubbled up her chest. She cursed loudly whilst pounding her fists hard on the door, without having a care in the world if anyone saw her like this.


She spat; "Damn you Zarek! Dahlia's been gone for weeks! She's probably even dead now and you still won't touch me? Huh? For how long do you intend to mourn the wench?!"


"You know what? I'm glad she's gone! I'm glad she finally mustered the decency to leave knowing fully well that no one likes her here! But do you want to know what I wish for the most? That she's dead! That wherever she is, she's dead and gone!"


Right now, it was more of her rage and less of her common sense talking, but that didn't mean she didn't mean the words she said.


Chapter 176 - Rage, jealousy… and a hint of danger.