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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

For the rest of the day, I refused to leave my room due to fear. I feared that Sadie may have informed the other girls about what happened earlier with Madame Berlin; I feared that I would be branded a witch.

And worse…. I feared for myself. I was afraid of myself, and I couldn't help but think about the events of today.

How did I manage to heal Madame Berlin without doing so much?

A knock on my door snapped me out of my reverie, and thinking that I was about to be attacked by other slave girls, or berated for what I had done, I shuffled away from the door, my eyes wide as I backed into a corner of the room.

But the incessant knocking didn't stop. The person didn't leave.

My breath hitched when the rasp knock became even louder and I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart pounding against my chest as I listened to the sound of shuffling feet by the door.

Not a healer.