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.

"Griffin, that's enough! We have to go now!" Irene barked at her son, urgency in her voice. But her voice might as well have been water rolling off oiled steel.


Since the moment they found out Roman Draven had been captured by Angus, Griffin had lost it completely.


"I'm going to get my son!" the South Alpha had roared earlier, charging toward one of Angus's portals. 


But Aeron had overpowered him, intercepting the move before it turned into suicide, and threw him straight into their own portal and out of the battlefield.


They had truly underestimated Angus and 


now they were paying for it. They had no idea what kind of spell had been used, but the portals refused to close even after the witches responsible for opening them had been killed. The magic clung stubbornly to the air, like it was anchored from the other side.


Chapter 875 - Get Him Out Of Here