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

"You never understood true power," Zagreus spat, his voice echoing off the temple walls as he deflected one of Zereth's precise strikes. "You were too afraid to reach for it!"

The stone floor trembled beneath their feet as Zereth and Zagreus continued their deadly fight.

Each clash of their weapons sent ripples of power through the temple, ancient dust raining from the ceiling.

The Collector had retreated to the shadows, his golden eyes reflecting the carnage with clinical interest.

Rage kept his distance, circling the fight with measured steps. His wolf senses were overwhelmed by the scent of blood and magic that hung thick in the air.

Every instinct told him to join the fray, but this was a battle with centuries of history behind it—a father and son settling scores etched in blood.

Chapter 36: Sacrificed Piece