Humans were off limit. Seraphina Hunters even more so but Adolphus has crossed the limit when he became curious, followed his instinct and fell in love.
He brought her world to ashes, now she would bring him to his knees.
In the town of Damford, humans live unaware that werewolves from the realm of Damoria walk among them, hidden in plain sight. Seraphina Hunters, the youngest and only daughter of a family dedicated to eradicating these creatures, finds herself caught between two worlds. Raised to despise werewolves, her clandestine meetings with Adolphus, the alpha’s son, ignite a forbidden love.
When Seraphina’s father kills the alpha, a fierce retaliation leaves her family seemingly annihilated, and Seraphina alone and devastated. Kidnapped by Adolphus and taken to Damoria, she learns that he needs her to fulfill his destiny as the new alpha. But she harbors nothing but hatred for the man who led the attack against her kin.
As Seraphina grapples with her conflicting emotions and the shocking revelation that her family is imprisoned, not dead, a new menace looms. Demons infiltrate Damford, forcing an unlikely alliance between hunters and werewolves. In a desperate bid to save their world, Seraphina and Adolphus must bridge the chasm of their past and face the threat together.
Caught in a web of desire, betrayal, and war, Seraphina must decide: Can she trust the man who destroyed her life, or will their pasts forever doom their future?
Dive into a tale of passion and peril, where love is both the battleground and the prize.

The Alpha’s Damnation

 Seraphina’s hands shook as she clutched the dagger strapped to her thigh. 


 She had almost forgotten it. Small. Ornate. Useless against him. 


 Rain pelted her skin, icy and relentless. Her breath hitched as she darted through the thicket, branches clawing at her like skeletal hands. 


 Thunder cracked overhead, lightning slashing the sky in blinding bursts. 


 Adolphus’s voice was closer now, dangerously close. 


 Good. Let him be tired. Let him slow down. 


 She stumbled, her foot catching on a hidden root. She hit the ground hard, mud slick beneath her palms. 


 The dagger skittered out of reach, lost in the muck. A shiver ran through her—not from the cold, but from the deep, guttural sigh behind her. 


 A hand closed around her wrist, iron-strong, yanking her back with enough force to nearly pop her shoulder from its socket. 


 “Got you,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. 


 Seraphina thrashed, nails clawing at his face. She felt them connect—flesh, heat, the sting of a scratch. He snarled, grip faltering. She tore away, running blind, lungs burning— 


 Adolphus found her crumpled on the forest floor, rain dripping from her lashes. Cold. Too cold. A pang of something twisted in his gut—guilt? 


 No. He ignored it. Scooped her up. Held her against his chest. 


 She’s mine. She’s always been mine. 


 He moved swiftly, the grand stone walls of Dam’s Keep looming ahead. A maid hurried forward, eyes wide. 


 “Prepare a bath. And more blankets.” 


 The girl scurried away. Inside, the Keep was warm, flickering firelight casting golden hues over polished floors. 


 Adolphus carried Seraphina upstairs, his grip firm. She barely weighed anything. A slip of a thing. Fragile. 


 His jaw tightened. She shouldn’t be fragile. 


 The maids worked in silence, stripping away the soaked layers, wiping mud from her pale skin. Adolphus turned away, muscles taut, fighting the urge to snap at them to hurry. 


 “I’ll be outside,” he muttered, leaving them to their work. 


 Later, when the maids were gone, he returned. 


 Seraphina lay beneath thick furs, her chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths. Clean now. Warm. Safe. 


 He sat at the edge of the bed, fingers brushing against a stray curl clinging to her damp forehead. A foolish act, but he indulged anyway. 


 She hated him. He saw it in her eyes every time she looked at him. 


 Didn’t know why he had done what he did. 


 Didn’t know that, despite everything, he still burned for her. 


 His throat tightened. His hands curled into fists. 


 She shivered in her sleep, instinctively inching closer to his warmth. 


 Her lips grazed his chest, soft and warm against his skin. His breath hitched. 


 Don’t. She’s exhausted. Let her rest. 


 With a growl, he pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her, letting his body heat seep into her frozen bones. 


 She was his mate. And he would do whatever it took to keep her. 


Seraphina In The Rain