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

"The Elder Yggdrasil Talan? The protector of Wrym Haven, you say?"

Zereth's voice carried across the grand hall, smooth yet edged with something sharp. His crimson eyes, cold as tempered steel, locked onto the trembling messenger before him. A heavy silence pressed into the air, thick with the weight of what had just been spoken.

"Yes, my lord," the messenger answered, his voice barely above a whisper. "The Elder has come…personally."

That alone was enough to send a ripple of unease through the chamber.

No one saw the Elder of Wrym Haven. Not in this lifetime, nor the last. The enchanted forest had always remained beyond the reach of mortals, hidden behind layers of ancient magic. Its guardian, Yggdrasil Talan, was nothing more than a myth to many—a figure spoken of in whispers, a force felt but never seen. And yet. . .they were here.

Chapter 30: The Whispers of Tale