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

Hours later, Adolphus finally stepped inside, his presence filling the room like a storm waiting to break. 


The air was thick with her scent—warm, intoxicating, unmistakably hers. 


His wolf stirred beneath his skin, satisfaction curling through him like smoke. He could get drunk on it. 


His sharp gaze swept over the space, noting the small details—the way the sheets were slightly rumpled from where she had curled up, the way the air still carried the faintest whisper of her emotions. 


His eyes flicked to the table, where the empty plate sat drying from its wash. 


A smirk tugged at his lips. Good girl. 


Even though she had washed the plate, he still picked it up, turning it in his hands as if it held some deeper meaning. 


No idea that with every bite, she fell a little deeper into the world she claimed to resist. 


Satisfied, he placed the plate down and exhaled slowly. 


The Touchable Thick Tension