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.

"Alpha… I- I really don't know a-anything!" She cried out in that same strong voice of hers that was fast beginning to grate on my nerves.


And maybe I should believe her. Maybe this was the part where I was meant to let her go. However, as much as I wanted to do that, something deep within me didn't want me to. Maybe it was the gram in her eyes… or the way she seemed so strong, seemingly aloof.


But I pressed on. I snapped; "You better start saying what you know before you join Miranda in the afterlife. And trust me, I don't make empty threats."


Drogon materialised beside me with the probing shears and everything I'd asked him for, and as soon as the girl saw this, some of her built up walls crumbled. The mask on her face dissolved. And in the place where aloofness once inhabited, raw fear now claimed.


Her knees hit the floor in one loud thud and her head dropped, causing her red hair to cascade around her small frame like a curtain.


Chapter 118 - The chance.