THE ALPHA'S HUNTRESS #Series 1 [ELIGOR THADDEUS NABERIUS]

Some truths linger in the shadows, biding their time. Some memories claw back from oblivion, screaming for breath in a world that never asked for them. Some things exist not by fate, but by curse—uninvited, unrelenting. And once they awaken, they demand a price no soul can afford. “Run, Emy! Don’t look back, no matter what!” The cry ripped through the smoke like a dying man’s last prayer. His voice—hoarse, desperate, bleeding—was full of pain, and something more final than death. Emery’s feet pounded against the scorched earth, raw and shaking. Her legs screamed with each step. Splinters tore through her soles, and still, she ran. She had no other choice. Behind her, the world was burning. The scent of death curled in her lungs—smoke, blood, and the acrid stench of charred fur. It clung to her skin like a second layer, branding her as prey. The forest, once alive with whispers of wind and chirping birds, had turned into a graveyard. Corpses littered the ground, eyes wide and mouths agape in silent screams. Some had paws still chained, others bore claw marks too savage for human hands. The rogues had no mercy—wolves slaughtered mid-shift, torn between beast and man. Her breath hitched. She had wandered too far into a world she never belonged to. A sob caught in her throat, but there was no time for grief. No time for questions. Only the savage truth: if she stopped, she’d die. Or worse. A snarl cracked through the air behind her like thunder. She didn’t dare look. Her lungs burned, her limbs trembled. Her mind begged for sleep, but adrenaline screamed louder. Keep running. Or be meat. The growls were closer now—heavy, guttural. Like a hundred beasts baring their fangs in bloodlust. “You can’t run forever, you little b***h!” The voice that followed froze her heart. It wasn’t human, not anymore. It was feral—unhinged. It oozed hate and hunger. She stumbled. Her ankle caught on something slick. “A-ahh!” Her body slammed onto the ground. A corpse. Cold. Heavy. Still. Its eyes were crimson, glassy, its tongue lolled out like a sick joke. Something—no, someone—had ripped through it mercilessly. The body had been left to rot, mutilated beyond recognition. Fur clumped in dried blood. Its claws were cracked. Its jaw—broken mid-scream. A rogue, most likely. No loyalty. No pack. No honor. Even in death, it looked monstrous. But something in its empty gaze made her shiver—not from fear, but pity. What did they do to you? She didn’t get the chance to answer. A howl pierced the silence—long, mournful, and bloodthirsty. She bolted upright. But her legs... they wouldn’t move. Numb. Shaking. Exhausted. Why am I here? She had asked that question a hundred times. What did I do to deserve this? Was it the hatred she held for her father? The resentment she nursed in silence after he left them? The curses she spat into the wind as a child, begging for karma to find him? Had fate heard her—and misdelivered vengeance? Tears blurred her vision. Her body quaked—not just from fear, but defeat. She was no warrior. She wasn’t even a wolf. Just a girl tossed into a war not her own. A rustle behind her. A snap. A growl. No. Her pulse screamed. She turned— And froze. A beast stepped into the clearing. But not like the others. He was massive, a living nightmare cloaked in muscle and menace. His fur shimmered like obsidian, his frame large enough to crush a man whole. Clawed paws dug into the dirt as he stalked forward, and each step spelled death. Blood dripped from his fangs—fresh, still warm. And his eyes. She couldn’t look away. Eyes like glaciers forged in fire—piercing, ancient, cruel. They didn’t just see her. They judged her. Then he moved. A blur. A snarl. Flesh tearing from bone. He pounced on another wolf that dared attack him, ripping it apart like paper. Bone cracked like twigs. Screams rose and died in the same breath. Emery could do nothing but scream—a raw, guttural wail torn from the deepest well of her soul. Their gazes met again. And something inside her shattered. Her knees buckled. The world spun. She collapsed, cradled by a darkness colder than night. But as consciousness slipped from her grasp, one thought blazed in her mind: This is his fault. The Alpha. The monster. The one she never asked to meet. *** Emery Grace Conrad thought her life had hit rock bottom the moment she landed in America. But nothing could have prepared her for the nightmare hidden beneath its moonlit surface. A world ruled by beasts in human skin. A society of Alphas—untouchable, cruel, bound by blood and ancient pacts. When fate entangles her with the most ruthless Alpha of them all—a man who loathes her very existence and vows to destroy her rather than accept her as his Luna—Emery realizes she’s been thrown into a game she never agreed to play. But the moon has other plans. As secrets unravel and blood is spilled, Emery discovers truths long buried: of a prophecy tied to her name, of a war that spans generations, and a love forged not in tenderness—but in fire, pain, and defiance. Will she escape this cursed world… …or become the flame that burns it all to ash?