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

“Who am I even becoming?” she whispered aloud, her voice soft but laced with self-reproach. 


But as she said the words, something inside her clicked. 


Her gaze sharpened, and she straightened her shoulders, her fingers loosening their grip on the towel. I’m Seraphina Hunters. 


I come from a family of hunters, and I’m not some timid little girl who hides in bathrooms. 


She took a deep breath, her lips pressing into a firm line. 


She could feel her heart still hammering in her chest, but she forced herself to ignore it. She was brave. She had to be. 


With that thought, she reached for the door handle, hesitating only for a second before pulling it open. 


The cool air from the bedroom greeted her, raising goosebumps on her damp skin as she stepped out. 


The towel felt smaller now, more precarious, but she held her chin high, refusing to let herself shrink under the weight of her own nerves. 


She rushed out of the room and into the passage. 


Smelling Like Him