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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 Alpha’s Omega Mate

More blinding pain slammed into my body, especially around my abdomen and pelvis, but between the haze of pain threatening to string life out of me, there was something else.

Something I have never felt before.

Something that sizzled and burned. Something that made me—for the first time—think I could crush Ms Jennifer under my boots like a fly.

Her teasing voice snapped me out of my reverie, and I looked up just in time to see her smirking down at me, her eyes alight with mischief… or maybe that was evil, the look in her eyes was a little more than mere mischief.

She spat; "For someone who carries herself with so much grace, you definitely have the strength of a two-year- old, Omega!"

I gritted my teeth, willing myself to ignore her, to pay no attention to her and her snarky remarks; but the more she smiled in my face, the more the anger spreading across my chest flared. I needed to leave this place.

Heated.