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 wild wind blew against my face like a vengeful ex, and with it came the bitchy scorching sun threatening to rip my already hot skin into pieces.


I squinted against the blinding sun as I marched through the dirty streets of this pretty worn down village, not ignoring the way the passersby l, or locals like the likes to be called, occasionally stopped to stare at me like I was something straight out of Pegasus.


I scrunched my nose in disgust, not because of their stares but because of their smells. 


Maybe it wasn't them but the dirty muddy water covering the entire floors of the town like a dark paint; maybe it was the rotten tomatoes and pepper seeds stashed in baskets and lined on display— like anyone in their right mind would buy that. Maybe it was the pigs clustered together in a small pigsty close by. Or the curiosity reeking off of them in waves.


Chapter 129 - Pity… and guilt.