ALOUVE

Born wolfless in a world where power is measured by the beast within, Ingrid Hearst defied every expectation. Trained by her adoptive father, the formidable Alpha Alistair, she rose above her limitations, to become a deadly assassin. Her name became a legend whispered across Arathia when she single-handedly brought down a ruthless Alpha.  

But triumph turned into tragedy. After Alistair’s death, Ingrid was betrayed by the pack she once called family. Cast out as a disgrace, chained, and tortured for being wolfless, she was sold for thirty gold coins, to the ruthless Zagreus Hawthorne, a royal yet mischievous vampire. Desperate to break free from the chain of her past to start a new life, Ingrid accepted the cunning proposal of the mischievous man, unaware of the deceit lurking behind his silver-tongue promises.

Ingrid must use her lethal skills to fulfill Zagreus's demand. A dangerous task involving the downfall of Zagreus’ long standing enemy: To bring the vicious Alpha of Enigma, Vesarius Rage down to his knees. 

With nothing more to lose, Ingrid is determined to hunt that beast down even if it means chasing him into the very depths of hell. However, as she delves deeper into her mission, secrets of her past emerge, and the freedom she seeks may come at a price far greater than she imagined: because dealing with the menacing Alpha is a very dangerous game to play. 

And in a deadly game of betrayal and survival, where power reigns absolute. Ingrid must decide: will she remain the prey, or will she rise as the huntress she was made to be?

The Huntress Omega

Ingrid mumbled. The forest was silent. Too silent. And she knew this feeling too well.

The night stretched endlessly, thick trees above swallowing what little moonlight managed to seep through. The air was damp, heavy with the scent of wet earth and pine, but something else lingered beneath it—something off. A staleness that didn't belong.

A trap, maybe. Something dark was roaming around. Watching them in the complete darkness.

She barely shifted her weight, but Rage noticed. He always did. His sharp blooded eyes flickered to her, reading the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers twitched near the dagger at her thigh.

She didn't respond. Instead, her gaze moved, searching, dissecting every shadow. The trees loomed tall, their trunks thick enough to hide multiple figures. The underbrush was undisturbed, but that didn't mean anything. She could feel them watching. Waiting.

Chapter 28: Something has been Disturbed