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

The scent of the kitchen still clung to my skin as I followed Inara through the winding hallways of the pack house. It was strange how easily I had been roped into this place, made to serve creatures that would have torn me apart had Zain not claimed me as his prisoner. Or something worse.

"I still don't get it," I muttered, glancing at Inara as we walked. "Why are some of the wolves eating scraps like starved strays? Shouldn't an Alpha as powerful as yours be able to feed his people properly?"

Inara's expression flickered, something unreadable passing through her eyes. "Not all wolves are equal," she said after a pause. "The ones you saw in the lower halls—those are the forsaken. Wolves without rank, without a purpose. Cast out but kept alive, just barely. Zain lets them live, but they are no more than ghosts in this pack."

"Why?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

Unspoken