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.

Dion knew something was wrong the moment the door opened and the smile drained from Natalie's face. He turned at once and the breath hitched in his throat.


The wolves might have their alphas, but humans had David Avax—king of technology, billionaire powerhouse, and one of the most dangerous men alive. And, most importantly, Natalie's father.


Natalie was a split image of her father. Same dirty-blonde hair, same jawline sharp enough to cut. Where she carried stunning hazel eyes, David's were an icy gray capable of freezing hell over. Nonetheless, Natalie was very much Daddy's girl.


The man stared coldly at him and Dion couldn't even move, his mouth parting uselessly. What was he going to say? 


Hi sir, I'm Dion. I apparently saved your daughter from a crash and to thank me, we kissed just a minute ago before you arrived?


Finally, David broke the silence, his voice low and edged. "Who are you?"


Chapter 718 - A Better Wife