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.

"Mommy, it hurts." Amara choked out a sob as she stared up at me confusedly while I, on the other hand, could only wail uncontrollably, shaking at the sight of my dying daughter.


Only moments ago, I'd been running through the garden, picking up Dahlias because my father said she wanted a bouquet of one. I'd even almost filled the bouquet when her shrill scream broke through the silent air, striking deep into my bones.


My body trembled, a tremor I could barely hold in wracked my entire body.


I do not know how had struck her or how this had come to be but one minute, my daughter had been fine. One minute, she'd been cheering me on, fueling my maniacal desire to get her her desired bouquet.


But all of that now was a story for the past.


Even the flowers now were forgotten on the floor, some of them drenched in her blood.


Tears streaked down my eyes uncontrollably, my heart thumping faster with each ooze of blood seeping out of her.


Chapter 145 - Nightmares.