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

"She's losing it," a voice hissed behind the half-open door.

Rage halted mid-step, his ear catching the barely muffled whispers. The stone corridor was cold against his back as he pressed himself against the wall, listening.

"They say she attacked Alaric, unprovoked," another voice muttered, harsher and edged with fear. "If Rage doesn't see it soon, we'll all suffer."

His heart pounded—hard, relentless. Rage's gaze swept the corridor—empty, but the voices lingered, poisoned echoes of suspicion.

His jaw tightened. Alaric—dead. Staged as Ingrid's doing. The thought twisted his gut, a searing betrayal that coiled tight in his chest. Alaric had been loyal, albeit conflicted. To think he died with doubt clouding his heart...

Chapter 45: One Gone for Chaos