The Alpha's Hunter Queen

"I never expected that the famous Hunter Queen would die in my clutches today, hahaha." A Rogue, who was a part of a group of werewolves who separated from the original pack, roughly pinched Dorothy's neck and laughed out loud arrogantly. Dorothy's saga started ten years ago and she happened to be the nightmare of all Rogues. The werewolves all feared her and aptly enough gave her the title, “The Queen of Hunters.” If he managed to kill her today, his name would become notorious throughout the land. A flash of excitement shot through this Rogue's eyes as he imagined all the fame and acclaim he might get.  Dorothy stood on her tiptoes on the edge of the cliff, just mere inches away from certain death. There was not a trace of fear evident in her eyes. Instead, she had a wide grin on her face and out of her mouth came out these words, "Do you really think you can kill me? Stop dreaming about it."  As soon as she finished saying that, a Bowie knife suddenly materialized in her hand. No one had any idea where she got it from. She quickly plunged the knife into the man's heart and turned the handle to viciously s***h it around his stomach area. Rogue's eyes opened wide and then became hollow in an instant. His lips parted as he gasped for breath. "Why?" Dorothy tossed the Rogue's body down the cliff without thinking twice about it. She wiped off the bloodstains on her face and she was smiling coldly. She had been tracking this Rogue for a long time already. Because he was such a cautious were, Dorothy deliberately had to pretend to be weak and vulnerable in order to draw him out. She had been a hunter since the age of ten, and she had never failed a mission. This time would be no exception. As soon as she wanted to put the knife away, the Bowie knife in her hand disappeared - the same way it had popped up just now. Just as Dorothy was turning around to leave, she saw many people coming up the cliff toward her. Every one of them appeared to be her hunter companions, but now they were looking at her with icy expressions on their faces.  Dorothy sensed that something was wrong, so she stepped back, looking at the man in the lead. It looked like almost the entire hunter group had arrived to see her. The whole clifftop was overcrowded with people. She asked carefully, "What do you think you’re doing?" The middle-aged man standing in front of the group said in an indignant voice, "Hmph, how dare you ask us! We know you conspired with a werewolf to attack the Hunter Organization. Today, we’re here to execute the traitors of the Hunter Organization!"  As soon as he was done talking, all the hunters began their crusade against Dorothy. The strange thing was that everyone scolded Dorothy indignantly with harsh words, but no one actually dared to make the first move to attack her. The first to speak happened to be Andrew, the Second Elder of the Hunter Organization. He had always butted heads with her, arguing that a woman should not hold the title of First Hunter. At the same time, her strength greatly overshadowed his. That was why he had been vigilant this whole time, waiting for an opportunity to come up so that he could get rid of her, however, she never expected him to make up such a stupid lie.  She snorted in a cold manner and the Bowie knife showed up in her hand again. "Do you really think I need the help of the were if I want to kill you? Come on if you want to fight me. Stop with your nonsense and fight!"  She charged at the group of hunters before her. The hunters on the opposite side were frightened by the cold wind her attack brought on and took a step back one after another. Half of them were knocked to the ground by her sudden blow, and the rest did not even have the courage to fight her. They shivered fearfully and leaned against each other for support. Dorothy stopped her movements and stood there, watching them very coldly without a single emotion on her face. It was as if her actions were just to validate what she said.  The hunters took the opportunity to quickly help their companions up. They all took a step back and looked at the woman with horror in their eyes. Why is this woman stronger than them? What kind of monster is she exactly?! Andrew pointed his trembling finger at her. "Y-You traitor, you’re fighting against us! You’re now expelled from the Hunter Organization."  Dorothy's eyes sank as she became lost in thought. She was staying with the hunters because of a man. Thinking about him, a trace of tenderness flashed across her face. "Only one person can drive me out of the Hunter Organization. He happens to be your leader, you’re not qualified to kick me out." She did not want to waste any more of her time on them and was getting ready to leave. Andrew's eyes narrowed at her and he took out a button. "Who do you think gave me the right to drive you out?"  He held the button up so that Dorothy would have a clear view of it and pressed it. With a sudden bang, Dorothy's heart was blown wide open. She spit out a mouthful of blood and knelt on one leg on the ground, very much feeling wounded on the inside as well as outside. Relying on the support of the Bowie knife in her hand, she did not fall to the ground. She hugged her chest and felt complicated emotions churning her insides. She had a bomb in her dress. She did not want to place any doubt on the man who gave her this dress and repeatedly told her to put it on today.  Dorothy got up suddenly and pointed her knife at Andrew’s face. She approached him step by step, and roared out loud, "Who wanted to harm me?" "Impossible, why aren’t you dead?" Andrew kept right on pressing the button in his hand. Gradually, the button grew deformed because of his insistent pushing. He started to panic and wanted to hide behind the crowd, but there was no way he could avoid Dorothy's knife.  "It's not me, the leader asked me to do this!" Seeing that the sharp knife was making its way toward him, Andrew cried and begged for mercy.  Dorothy's face changed visibly. It isn’t possible! Even though she could not deny all the evidence in front of her, she did not believe that the man she had loved for ten years actually wanted to kill her. It did not make any sense. How could it be possible?!  She shook her head violently, barely tolerating the pain in her heart. She proceeded to s***h the knife in her hand frantically. Before everyone knew it, Andrew had half of his hair cut off. He sat on the ground out of fear for his life, and a smell of urine spread from his crotch area. After that, the circle formed by the hunters made way for a man.  When Dorothy saw him, she stood totally still as if struck by lightning.