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

"Did you hear that?" Ingrid's voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes darting toward the council chamber's grand doors.

The faint sound of footsteps echoed in the distance, growing softer and then disappearing entirely. She stood frozen, her hand hovering near the hilt of her dagger—a weapon she rarely used but always carried.

Rage glanced at her, his brow furrowing. "Hear what?"

"That. . .sound," she murmured, her voice trembling slightly. "Like someone walking. . .but it stopped."

Rage's gaze hardened as he scanned the room, his instincts kicking in. The chamber was quiet—too quiet. The usual hum of activity outside the hall was absent, replaced by an eerie stillness that made his skin crawl.

"It's probably nothing," he said gruffly, though his hand instinctively moved to his sword hilt. "The guards are patrolling. You're just on edge."

Chapter 43: Fragments of Corruption