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 call this loyalty?" Rage's voice thundered through the grand hall, cutting through the cacophony of shouting council members.

His fists slammed against the polished oak table, rattling goblets and parchment. "She saved your lives, and this is how you repay her?"

The council chamber was in disarray. The ornate banners of the alliance hung limp above the chaos, their symbols of unity mocked by the bitter arguments below.

Viscounts in their gilded robes clashed with archsages draped in shimmering cloaks, their voices rising in venomous accusations. The room reeked of sweat and tension, the air heavy with distrust.

Ingrid stood at the center of it all, trembling. Her hands were clasped tightly together, as if she could physically hold back the storm brewing inside her. The faint hum of her powers crackled in the air—a warning sign that everyone ignored in their fervor.

Chapter 44: Fractured