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.

They said hell had no fury like a woman scorned, but even hell would kneel before the fury of a male whose mate had just been taken from him.


Micah had always kept his demon side buried. The world was wicked enough, he didn't need to add to its darkness. But the moment Adele vanished, the chains holding him snapped. They wanted to see the demon? They'd see him.


There was nothing human about Micah as he descended into hell. 


Most people thought hell was a pit. Some cramped little torture chamber where the damned burn forever while demons poke them with pitchforks. Cute imagination, truly, but wrong. 


And like every kingdom, it had a ruler, a capital, a hierarchy, and its laws. The living realms only knew one layer because it's where they're thrown. But Hell was vast and boundless. Never getting overpopulated because it always grew, accommodating the numerous souls doomed for eternal damnation. 


Chapter 706 - Belongs To Hell