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 was in a meeting with her father and his beta, Jericho, explaining her plan.


"Once the spell is made, the moment Violet and her mates return to the human realm, I'll be alerted, and we'd pull—"


The door to the meeting room was abruptly thrown open. Three pairs of eyes snapped toward the entrance.


Layla rushed in, only to halt mid-step as their gazes pinned her to the spot.


"Well…" Ziva drawled, one hand settling on her waist. "Look who decided to show up early."


Her eyes swept over Layla slowly, settling on the bag slung over her shoulder. A slow smile curved her lips upon seeing how full it was. 


Then her gaze shifted to the empty space beside Layla.


At the mention of that name, Layla's lips trembled.


Before anyone could say Jack Robinson, her eyes brimmed with tears.


Chapter 775 - Kill His Daughter