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.

"She's dead," I drawled solemnly at the woman who had her back turned to me, fishing for something on her desk that I had no idea what it was.


I leaned against the doorframe, inhaling the harsh smell of disinfectants just as she spun around, her eyes widening, breath hitching before it all came to a stuttering stop when she saw me. 


She bowed, her head almost touching the floor. "Alpha, good morning. I wasn't expecting you here so early."


"I wasn't expecting to be here so early either." I snapped, but when I saw her flinch, I internally bristled. I coughed. "I'm sorry, I'm just on edge. Zorina died in the middle of the night."


At first I saw her freeze from shock— shock that I had bothered to apologize to her— that was until the weight of my words finally settled in her head. She gasped, her expression darkening like a shutter had been closed down against her face.


Chapter 166 - Fucking cloaking spell.