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 wind howled like a wounded beast, tearing through the valley with an eerie wail. Snow whirled in chaotic spirals, thickening the air, making it hard to see more than a few feet ahead. Rage pressed forward, his boots crunching through ice and stone, his senses attuned to the invisible trail the Book had left behind.

Zereth walked beside him, his movements slower than usual. The silver poison had weakened him, forcing him to lean on Rage more than he'd ever admit. His usual air of cold indifference was fractured, replaced by a grim determination.

Neither of them spoke. There was no need.

The path ahead was clear to Rage—only to him. The Book of the Damned had left behind something Zagreus couldn't hide. A scent, a presence, a pull that no magic could erase. It was like a bleeding wound in the world itself, and Rage could feel it as though it was stitched into his bones.

Chapter 37: Between Life and Death