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.

Ziva had a smile on her face as she stirred from sleep. With her eyes still closed, she reached for her father, only for her hand to meet empty sheets. Her lashes fluttered open, and the dreamy softness on her face hardened into a frown.


She wanted more time with him, but apparently, the man had other plans. She didn't need to guess where he was; the low murmur of voices from the living room told her enough.


Ziva rose from bed and wrapped a robe loosely around her body. She wouldn't have minded walking out naked—let the whole world see she belonged to the Supreme Alpha—but her father hated when she distracted him during business. So she settled for this.


When she stepped into the room, Jericho, her father's Beta, was the first to notice her. His expression soured immediately. The man never hid his distaste for her, and if not for his usefulness to Angus, she would've rid herself of him long ago.


Chapter 627 - What About Violet?