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.

By the time I woke up, it was already the early hours of the next day's afternoon. The sun was out and bright—too bright, maybe that was the reason Amara seemed to glow under it.


I noticed her sitting on the probably scorching sand, her hair acting as a curtain around her small frame. She seemed busy drawing figures on the sand but from where I laid, I couldn't make out what they were. She looked fed, clean too and my eyes instantly shot to our only supply bag, an exhale escaping my lips when I noted that she'd eaten, but contrary to the last time we'd been in such a situation, she'd not eaten everything.


And it was all my fault she had to experience something like this twice.


For some reason, the corpses of the men and wolves last night were no longer scattered around the foot of the cave, and there was no one else around besides Amara, so I knew that it was all her.


Chapter 123 - Despair.