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

The weight of blood clung to Ingrid's skin, seeping into the crevices of her fingers, staining the fabric of her tunic. It was cold now, darkened with time, but she still felt it warm against her palms. A phantom sensation, a whisper of guilt that refused to leave her.

She pressed a trembling hand to her forehead, her breath hitching. The world around her swayed, tilting on an axis she couldn't control. The shadows stretched long in the dying light of the evening, distorted shapes crawling across the scorched earth. Behind her, the bodies of the fallen lay still, their faces forever frozen in expressions of fear and betrayal. Some she had slain herself. Others had fallen by Rage's blade.

A ragged breath shuddered through her chest. The edges of her vision wavered, flickering like a candle fighting against a storm.

Chapter 47: The Gathering Storm