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

Broken. Bloodied. Barely breathing.

My heart stopped, then roared to life with a fury I couldn't contain. She was lying there like a discarded thing, her hair matted with blood, her limbs twisted unnaturally. My vision blurred, but I didn't need to see clearly to know the scent that clung to the air—hers. Pain. Fear. Blood.

I gathered her in my arms, and her body collapsed against mine—limp, fragile. Her head lolled against my chest, and for a horrifying moment, I couldn't feel her breathe.

"No. No, no, no," I murmured, pressing my ear to her lips. There it was. A shallow breath. Faint, but there.

A growl ripped through my throat, primal and feral, shaking the trees around us. I tilted my head back and roared. The forest answered with silence, even the birds afraid to challenge the rage of an alpha with his mate nearly torn to shreds.

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