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.

"Your Majesty." Asher didn't kneel and inclined his head the exact amount tradition demanded and not a fraction more.


"It's an honor to have you here at the West Pack." His face was unreadable, a mask of perfect stoicism that gave nothing away.


Elijah answered. "I couldn't have missed this for anything in the world. It's only right that I pay my respects to your father, Alpha Henry, especially knowing he died a hero."


His words sounded sincere, but the barb beneath them was obvious. Elijah was poking, prodding, and testing Asher.  


Asher felt the sting, but he didn't flinch. His tone was calm but cutting. "You're right. I may never be able to surpass my father's record when I take my place as Alpha."


Elijah studied him, twisted amusement gleaming in his eyes. Asher Nightshade wasn't bowing — he was matching Elijah step for step, turning his game back on him. They were two predators circling, neither willing to bow first.


Chapter 554 - See Their King