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 barely slept, my mind replaying every second of the night before, dissecting every glance, every breath, every flicker of restraint in Zain's golden eyes.

But when Isla appeared at my door, looking unimpressed as ever, I pushed down every thought and followed her to the kitchens.

The scent of roasted meat and fresh bread filled the air, but my stomach remained unsettled.

The other kitchen staff barely acknowledged me as I took the tray and balanced it carefully. My hands weren't shaking anymore.

"You remember your orders?" Isla asked as she walked beside me toward the dining hall.

I shot her a look. "Serve the Alpha, don't do anything stupid."

She smirked. "Try not to make him rip your throat out before breakfast."

A Lethal Miscalculation