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 wanted his weakness, I wanted to know what made him snap.

"Dance for me." His smooth voice called out to me.

"What?" I asked, looking around the table at othe wolves.

At first I wanted to argue, to bit back, tell him he could go fuck himself, but if there's one thing I know about wolves was them having an insanely high amount of pride.

If I did talk back at him now, his pride would be hurt in front of his warriors and that he may never forgive.

So I moved, slowly at first but then the music started to get instense, I swayed my hips, carelessly letting go to all the stress.

Zain was cold, ruthless, and terrifyingly controlled. But when I moved like that—when I let the music take me, when I made him watch—his gaze burnt my skin like the scorching sun on summer, until something inside him snapped.

Dangerous Game