The Alpha's Huntress (Book1)

Artemis King, a formidable huntress, lives by one rule: eliminate rogue werewolves. But when a mission to Canada throws her into the path of the infuriatingly attractive Alpha Blake Lockheart, her carefully constructed world shatters. He's an Alpha, the type she despises, and worse, he seems to have a peculiar interest in her. Now, tangled in a dangerous game of cat and mouse, Artemis must navigate a world where her prey might just be her destiny, and the lines between hunter and hunted blur with every beat of her heart. Will she survive the Alpha's hunt, or become his captive?

The air was thick with the scent of pine and fear, a familiar cocktail to Artemis. Three hulking rogue wolves, their eyes burning red with malice, circled her. Her quiver was empty, her bow the only weapon left in her hands. A metallic glint caught her eye a few yards away – her staff and dagger, lost in the scuffle. The rogues snarled, low and guttural.

“You think I’m scared of you?” she yelled, a lie she hoped sounded convincing. She dropped her bow, bait for the hungry beasts. One lunged, a blur of fur and teeth, but Artemis was faster, dodging at the last second, rolling towards her fallen weapons. Her fingers closed around the familiar hilt of her dagger and the smooth grip of her staff. The fear in the rogues’ eyes was almost comical now, quickly masked by renewed aggression. Another attacked. Artemis’s staff connected with a sickening thud, her silver, wolfsbane-laced dagger finding its mark. The rogue howled, then fell silent.

The remaining two whined, backing away. Artemis wasted no time. Her dagger flew, a silver blur, piercing the heart of the second rogue. Only one left. A female, her red eyes wide with terror, but Artemis knew the truth. Evil. Her staff transformed with a click, a silver blade extending. She plunged it into the last wolf's chest, a final, pained howl echoing through the silent forest.

The Alpha's Huntress (Book1)

Mate Hunter Action Werewolf Alpha