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

"She's. . .fighting it," the hooded figure hissed, circling Ingrid's bound form with growing agitation. "Her resistance is. . .unexpected."

Zagreus stood motionless by the ancient altar, crinson eyes fixed on Ingrid's struggling body. Blood—her blood—already stained the stone, forming intricate patterns that pulsed with unnatural light. The ritual chamber, deep within the mountain temple, hummed with power that made the very air feel heavy and charged.

"She's something else," Zagreus acknowledged, a hint of admiration coloring his tone. "It's why she was chosen."

Ingrid's body arched against her restraints, eyes closed tight, teeth gritted against the pain. The silvery patterns that had begun spreading across her skin from the ritual cuts glowed in the dim light of the chamber. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, each one a battle against the invasion she felt clawing through her veins.

Chapter 38: The Living Vessel