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 don't see it, do you?" Rage's voice broke through the tension, his tone both harsh and pleading.

Ingrid's eyes snapped to his, her breath heavy, shoulders quaking. The shards of the shattered mirror lay scattered across the cold, stone floor, glinting like cruel stars. Her reflection, fractured and multiplied, stared back at her — a hundred haunted versions of herself.

"I see enough," she rasped, the weight of her own voice unfamiliar, tangled with something foreign — something darker. She didn't know if it was her own fear or his voice threading through her mind.

Rage's gaze softened, the storm in his eyes settling. His fingers twitched as if to reach for her, but he caught himself. "You're not alone in this."

A bitter laugh slipped from her lips before she could stop it. The sound echoed harshly in the room, scraping against her ears.

Chapter 40: Shadow That Cling