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 wind whistled in the distance, its force rattling my window just slightly. I was clad in my newest favorite lingerie, one that was supposed to be a gift from me to Kai. When I stepped into the room, he had his face buried into a book but as if suddenly sensing my presence, he looked up, his jaws slackening when he saw me.


 "This is…" he breathed out, "… you are beautiful!" He rasped out, his eyes greedily roving my body as he rose to his feet.


I blushed again, especially when I saw the way he practically devoured me with his eyes. Without as much as a preamble, he sauntered toward me, picking me up in bridal style, and then lay me on the king-sized bed so gently that one would think I was a porcelain object or something.


My breath hitched in my chest as I watched him slowly undress, blissfully aware of how slowly he was doing it to keep me on edge, as well as give me a show. 


Chapter 163 - What am I?