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

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### Chapter 32: Shadows of Doubt

**"Killing her is the only way."**

The words cracked through the council chamber like a thunderclap. Conversations halted mid-sentence, eyes snapping to the source—Valorian, a viscount vampire whose reputation for ruthlessness preceded him. The air grew heavy, dense with the weight of the declaration.

Archsage Aric Elden's golden eyes glimmered with a dangerous intensity as he slowly leaned forward, fingers splayed across the worn, ancient table. The stone walls of the underground council hall seemed to press in, the air chilled and stale. The viscount vampires and archsage werewolves seated in the room exchanged wary glances.

"That's a claim not made lightly, Valorian," Aric growled, the low rumble of his voice steady. "To end one of our own—to betray the alliance—is that what you propose?"

Chapter 42: The Edge of Control