Queen_of_harts

"I know exactly who you are," he murmured, his voice a low growl as he pressed me against the cold stone wall. His body caged mine, heat radiating from him like a wildfire waiting to consume.

I lifted my chin, ignoring the way my pulse betrayed me. "Then you know why I’m here."

His lips brushed dangerously close to my ear, not touching—just enough to make my breath hitch. "Do you?" His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down my arm, stopping just before my bound wrists. "Because you don’t look like a hunter right now."

I swallowed hard. "And you don’t look like a monster."

He chuckled, dark and amused. "Oh, little hunter, you have no idea”.                                        In a world where humans and werewolves are sworn enemies, fate weaves a different tale.

Violet, the daughter of James—descended from a long line of legendary werewolf hunters—has spent her life preparing for one mission: to kill Alpha Zain, the feared Demon Alpha. To prove herself worthy, she must bring his head as a trophy. But when she finally faces him, destiny shatters everything she’s ever known.

While her sisters, April and Jade, eagerly await news of her death, Violet finds herself entangled in a fate far more dangerous than she imagined. Because the greatest threat isn’t the battle between hunters and werewolves—it’s the bond that should have never existed.

Falling For The Demon Wolf

I left the dining hall as soon as I could, gripping the tray tightly as I stepped back into the bustling kitchen. The air was thick with the scent of freshly baked bread and sizzling meat, a stark contrast to the icy presence I'd just escaped from.

The moment I placed the tray down, one of the older women, a broad-shouldered wolf with graying hair, waved a hand at me dismissively.

"Done with the Alpha's meal? Good. Now take those scraps outside."

She jerked her chin toward a smaller doorway at the far end of the kitchen. "To the pens. The wolves get the leftovers. You'll be doing that from now on."

I wasn't sure if she meant actual animals or if I'd be throwing food to the shifters who lived on the outskirts of this damned castle. Either way, it didn't matter. Work was work. And I needed to learn this place inside and out if I ever hoped to escape.

Shackles In Disguise