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.

The damn second time that a move would be made on Dahlia's life, and just when I was close to finding out who did it, snap, the culprit's dead.


Wiped without a trace, besides their foaming mouth— a telltale sign that they'd been poisoned.


The first time, it was Kane, the stupid guard who up until now, no one has been able to recognize… and now this? This? Hell, no. I wasn't letting this slide.


Anger rose like a bile in my throat as I glared at the lifeless girl on the floor. Her hair was a weird silvery shade, and her skin which was strangely bruised in several places was just as pale as her hair.


A pastel dress clung to her frame like a glove, and in some places, it seemed stuck— almost like it was wet.


And her parted lips held a yellowish foamy substance— the same type that had been spotted on Jennifer's when she was found unconscious in her bedroom. Only that this girl's been unconscious for too long, and now we couldn't help her.


Chapter 112 - Jealousy.