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.

"Alpha, the patient… Dahlia, she's awake now." Doc Ava called out from behind me in her usual chirpy voice, and for the first time in several hours, I let out a ragged breath.


Relief like no other crashed into me and my heart—which had been heavy for most of the night, up until this morning—suddenly felt light.


A smile sneaked up my face as I spun around to face her but quickly deciding that I couldn't let her see me like this— undoubtedly happy that a slave and an accused criminal was finally awake—I fixed my face and nodded.


"Thank you." I drawled, sounding indifferent, "How is she?"


"She's fine… for now." Doc Ava shrugged, smiling stiffly, but even from here, I could sense the uncertainty in her voice. I could even notice the way she had begun fidgeting with the hem of her dress, which was something she always did when she felt uncomfortable or cornered— or whenever she had some bad news. She was none of the former so I instantly deduced that it was the latter.


Chapter 34 - More lies.