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

Rage's mind fractured as reality closed in, harsh and inescapable. He had fought wars, faced monsters, and slaughtered men without flinching, but this—this was different. Before him, Ingrid convulsed on the cold stone altar, her body caught between worlds.

Silver markings scorched her skin, snaking upward in erratic patterns like living vines. Her eyes flickered violently—one moment her familiar, stormy gaze, the next, a cold, unfeeling silver, echoing the god of destruction she was becoming.

The weight of his failure suffocated him. He had promised to protect her. He had sworn it, yet here she was—dying, transforming, damned.

"Rage!" Zereth's voice cut through the chaos, desperate and raw. The mage's face was ashen, his breaths ragged. Blood seeped through his robes from wounds that hadn't been tended to—there hadn't been time. "You have to kill her! Now! Before it's too late!"

Chapter 39: The Cost of Defiance