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.

Even though I was in my wolf form, securely protected by my very thick furs, I still felt the chill that ran up my spine as these wolves circled me. I still felt the cold that made the hairs at the back of my neck stand on end.


But most importantly, I felt Amara's fear. I even smelled it.


I chanted these words like a mantra in my head, my eyes fastened on the stinky wolves in front of me. Their eyes flashed with maniacal delight, and their fangs, protruding and dirty, had dried blood on them. My pulse quickened, my heart rate skyrocketing as they circled me like predators.


And in that moment, I was afraid. But I didn't really scared for myself. I feared for my baby. And I was scared of all the nasty things they could do to her.


And for that reason, I couldn't afford to die. I couldn't afford to be injured either. I couldn't afford to be vulnerable enough for these creepy wolves to take advantage of my daughter and I.


Chapter 121 - Like mother like daughter.