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

"I can't believe I'm working with someone like you." Rage's voice was sharp, laced with barely restrained fury. His crimson eyes glowed dangerously under the moonlight as he stood rigid, his arms crossed over his chest like a fortress.

Across from him, perched on a jagged boulder, Zereth looked thoroughly unimpressed. He reclined lazily, one leg bent, the other stretched out, his dark cloak draped over his shoulders like a shadow. His crimson eyes flickered with amusement, but his voice was cold when he finally spoke.

"Trust me. This arrangement disgusts me as much as it does you."

The air between them was thick, the weight of centuries of hatred pressing down like an iron hand. The werewolf and the vampire had torn through battlefields drenched in each other's blood, had hunted, maimed, and killed their own kind in a never-ending war. And now, fate had the audacity to twist its knife and force them into an uneasy alliance.

Chapter 32: Book of the Damned