Titus Mmaduabuchi

"I should kill you," Ava whispered, blade poised against his chest.

"And yet," Ethan murmured, his smile dangerous and knowing, "you haven’t moved."*

Ava Morales was forged to hunt monsters. Trained by the Church in shadows and steel, every kill sharpens her—but nothing dulls the ache of losing her family to the wolves she was raised to destroy. She was never meant to feel… until Ethan Blackwood.

Billionaire. Alpha. Predator in tailored suits. He commands rooms, boardrooms, and her attention with equal ease. His presence coils around her like smoke, his touch forbidden, his hunger reflected in eyes that dare her to resist. Every instinct screams danger, yet every heartbeat betrays her desire.

Then the hunt shifts. Tarot cards bearing her face appear across New York, branding her as The Huntress. Enemies gather. The Church whispers of treachery. And beneath it all, her own blood—hidden, untamed—stirs with secrets she’s long denied.

As the full moon rises, Ava faces a choice: obey her sacred vow… or surrender to the fire burning between them. Executioner or mate. Hunter or hunted. Love or death.

"You still taste like sin," he growled, his lips brushing her ear.

Bonnie's breath hitched as his fingers slid beneath the hem of her silk blouse, grazing the lace beneath.

"Careful, J'onn," she whispered, her hips pressing into his thigh. "The last time you touched me like this, I ended up with more than ruined lipstick."

"Say the word and I'll ruin everything again," he rasped, pinning her against the wall, the heat between them reigniting like gasoline to flame. "Your mouth, your rules, Bonnie. But don't pretend you're not soaking wet just thinking about what I did to you on this desk."

"I don't ache," she lied, lips brushing his. "I plot."

And she wasn't lying.

He took her body. Then he erased her name.

Bonnie Shawn was never meant to fall for her boss. But one reckless night in J'onn Condex's penthouse office-filled with moaned promises, blistering desire, and a diamond ring slipped onto her trembling finger-changed everything.

Or so she thought.

By morning, the headlines weren't about their secret engagement.
They were about his wedding... to another woman.

Fired. Ghosted. Replaced.

He called her a mistake.
Denied ever touching her.
Treated her like a dirty secret swept under his marble floors.

But Bonnie didn't just walk away.
She carried his child.

Five years later, Bonnie is back- fiercer, ruthless, wrapped in power and stilettos. And she's not alone. The little girl beside her has his gray eyes and none of his shame.

Bonnie (smirking): "Remember me now, J'onn?"



J'onn (hoarse): "I never forgot. I tried. God help me, I tried."

Now, the billionaire who once discarded her is about to fall to his knees.
And this time, Bonnie's not just the girl he burned-
She's the flame.