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

Seraphina entered her room, her steps unsteady, her mind completely blank except for the lingering warmth on her lips. 


She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, her chest rising and falling as her heart raced wildly in her chest. 


Her hand trembled as she touched her lips, her fingertips brushing over them as though she could still feel the press of his mouth against hers. 


Her knees felt weak, and she stumbled toward the bed, collapsing onto it silently. 


She stared at the ceiling, wide-eyed, as the realization of what had just transpired slowly dawned on her. 


“Oh my God…” she whispered, her voice barely audible in the quiet room. 


Her lips parted, and a shaky exhale escaped as her thoughts spiraled. 


That was… so good. The memory of his lips—soft but insistent, demanding yet gentle—sent a shiver down her spine. 


Her second kiss. And it was him. Again. 


Adolphus had been her first kiss, too. 


The Regret Afterwards