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 icy wind howled through the jagged peaks of the northern mountains as Rage and Zereth approached the Collector's lair.

The ancient temple complex loomed ahead, its silhouette stark against the blood-red sky. Snow swirled around them, obscuring their view, but the oppressive aura emanating from the structure was unmistakable. This was where Zagreus had chosen to make his stand.

Rage tightened his grip on his weapon—a silver-forged axe etched with glowing runes. Beside him, Zereth moved with predatory grace, his crimson eyes scanning every shadow for signs of danger. Despite their shared purpose, the tension between them was thick, layered with grudges old and new.

"Do you think he's already here?" Rage asked, his voice low.

Zereth didn't answer immediately. Instead, he paused to study the temple's entrance—a pair of massive stone doors carved with intricate runes that pulsed faintly with dark magic.

Chapter 35: A Truce between Bloodlines