Two centuries after the Great War, peace between humans and werewolves was finally achieved, or so everyone believes. Werewolves reign like gods, and humans remain blissfully unaware of their true place in the new world order. 

To maintain this fragile balance, each year, a handful of "lucky" humans are selected from various districts to attend Lunaris Academy, a prestigious institution that promises glory, status, and a chance to mingle with the elite. Those chosen are hailed as the lucky few, destined to marry powerful alphas and rise as luna.

This year, Violet Purple is among the chosen, much to everyone's surprise. For an orphaned girl adopted by a disgraced prostitute, this is a golden ticket to a better life or so she's told. But Lunaris Academy isn’t the paradise it’s painted to be. 

Everything Violet and her fellow humans have been taught is a lie. Humans are far from equal; they're pawns in a much larger game. The academy is nothing but a gilded cage, and the students are lambs led to slaughter, playthings for the alphas to toy with in their ruthless games. 

To make matters worse, Violet catches the attention of the most dangerous players in this game, the Terror Four: the Alpha of the North, Alpha of the South, Alpha of the East, and Alpha of the West. Each one is more dangerous, more twisted, and more powerful than the last. But even among themselves, the alphas are divided, each with their own deadly ambitions. 

Yet, they all have their eyes on her.

They expect Violet to play along, to fall in line like the others who worship at their feet, to break under their games. But Violet isn’t like the others. She refuses to bow. She’ll defy them all.

From the way nearly all the alphas nodded and wordlessly agreed to Alpha Drake's words, it was all the evidence Asher needed to see that he was right. Dominic had rallied them all and was gunning for his father's position.


Asher couldn't help but wonder. If Henry had been a cruel ruler, what made them think his son was any better? How could they look down on him like this?


Asher's mouth barely moved. "You've all finished?" he asked.


Asher's gaze rested on Drake. "You talk about experience, huh? What has your experience given you, old wolf? A back too bent to rise without help, and a tongue too slow to bite before you're bled dry."


Drake's face purpled, except laughter did not follow this time. No one wanted Asher's eyes turning on them.


Chapter 532 - The Long Night