I Hunted My Fatal Mate by Viola Grace

Being hunted by those she had wronged, Hemma was afraid that one of the victims would simply snatch her. The problem arose when she wasn’t the woman that some of the hunters were looking for.

Hemma had been used to collect DNA from powerful actives. The Uraddan government had used the samples to make stronger actives that they could control. She hadn’t had a choice, but her face was well-known by her targets.
When she was seen out with her boss’s child, things went downhill. Being on an island famous for alpha activity was stupid, but Keska and Sorooth were in the nest trying to make Kessie a sibling. Going to an island to hang out with friends was the perfect distraction, but ending up in a coma wasn’t ideal.
Assassins began showing up after that.
Ival knew what was happening the moment she got a good look at Hemma. The assassins had the wrong target, but no one looked for someone carved up beyond recognition.
Living in the shadows and simply writing for a living was peaceful, but her body still wore marks of years of violence, fighting for her life. She couldn’t touch others without killing them, but Z-Corp has a plan, and it is going to hurt.