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

“What’s this?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. 


“It’s a gift,” she said, her tone defensive. “Don’t make it weird.” 


He picked it up, turning it over in his hands, and then looked back at her. She was fidgeting with the strings of her hoodie, her cheeks slightly pink. 


“You don’t wear them,” she pointed out, her voice sharp but her ears visibly reddening. “Your fancy shoes don’t make you invincible, you know. Blisters are a thing.” 


He barked out a laugh, the sound filling the quiet bar. “You’ve been worrying about my feet?” 


She scowled. “Don’t read too much into it. It’s just… practical.” 


Adolphus studied her, his laughter fading into a soft smile. She was always like this—prickly on the surface, but there was so much care beneath it. It wasn’t just the socks; it was her noticing that he never wore them, her deciding to fix that in her own way. 


“Thank you,” he said, his voice low and sincere. 


The Flashback