If there was anything I wanted more than ever finding a mate, It was to drive a sword into his chest who killed my parents. I was thirteen when he did it. I watched him slaughter my family and disappear leaving just one clue behind— a spider tattoo inked onto his back. I never thought I'd see him again… Until the day he walked into the bar I danced in.Tall. Handsome. Enigmatic.An unsuspecting me would've thought he was just another shady man who came to let off steam. I was wrong. He was more than just a customer. I should’ve known that. He asked for a private dance and I agreed. Big mistake.One heated night.One intoxicating alpha.One bond I was never supposed to feel.Just when I thought my night couldn't get any worse, I saw it. That mark. The exact same one on the man who killed my parents. I should've known better than to spend a night with him. Now, he was unto me. He said I felt nostalgic and that he wasn't letting me go until he found out. He offered me a fortune to be his toy. His flower. Little did he know he was walking into a trap. little did I know, so was I.