Nana Firdausi

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

Whatever she was fighting inside herself, it mirrored the conflict that tore him apart. 


“Here,” he said softly, motioning to the clothes. “Change into these.” 


She hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and taking them. 


Her fingers brushed against his as she grabbed the sweatshirt, and a strange jolt passed between them. 


She paused, her gaze flicking up to his for the briefest moment, and for once, there was no anger there—only sadness and something unspoken. 


As she disappeared into the bathroom to change, Adolphus sat on the edge of his bed, burying his face in his hands. 


His wolf stirred restlessly within him, desperate to comfort her, to do something to bridge the gap between them. 


When she finally emerged, dressed in his clothes, looking even smaller and more fragile than before, one thing was clear: even if she wasn’t a werewolf, Seraphina felt for him almost as much as he did for her. 


She just didn’t know what to do with those feelings. 


Teas And Blankets