In a world where beasts rarely crave their own gender, Blazar's disguise as a boy is both her shield and her greatest gamble. Her scent betrays her—an intoxicating lure that would send any beast-blooded king into a frenzy to claim her.

The disguise makes them hesitate, their instincts confused by the male facade over the irresistible female scent beneath. Every breath risks her discovery. Every moment is a gamble.

Born a nobody. Sold into slavery. Bought by a king. Raised as a weapon. Her orders are simple: infiltrate Royal Imperium Prestigia High, pose as noble boy Orion Spade from a broken line, and assassinate the most powerful king.

Succeed, and she lives.
Fail, and she dies.
Prestigia is an academy where monsters are crowned—and innocents devoured. Ruled by the Havoc Five:
Dante the werewolf supreme alpha, Kaelric the apex of humanity, Vesper the vampire overlord, Xeari the werecat king, and Ryuzaki the celestial kitsune. Each lethal in their own way. 

Thousands of nobles would kill to kneel at their feet.

For most girls, this is paradise. For Blazar? A nightmare.

Her defiance doesn't go unnoticed. She attracts the attention of all five. The kings circle her—some to protect, some to break her, others wanting more.
She runs. She tries to deny. But the longer she resists, the more entangled she becomes.

To survive, she must outwit them all while hiding her true gender, her slave mark, the deadly secret of her bloodline, and escape the king who owns her.

Blazar Staray won't play their games.
And she certainly doesn't kneel.
But the real question is—can she resist the hunger they woke in her?

°~Excerpt~°

"I don't understand," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I haven't done anything. I don't know what's happening."




Kaelric stepped forward, his expression cold and calculating. "That's exactly what someone using seduction magic would say."

His ice-blue eyes bore into hers with such intensity that she felt like he could see straight through to her soul. "The question is, what kind of magic are you using, and who sent you here?"




"I'm not using any magic!" Blazar protested, her voice rising with desperation. "I don't even know what you're talking about!"




But even as she said the words, she could feel the weight of their stares on her. Something was definitely wrong, and somehow, she was at the center of it all. The one thing they all seemed to want but couldn't quite understand why.

The moment they were torn apart, Kaelric's expression transformed completely.


His face hardened like stone, and his glare became icier than the depths of winter. The soft vulnerability that had flickered in his eyes during their kiss vanished, replaced by something dangerous and calculating.


Did he just kiss someone because he felt attracted? Did he just kiss someone because he actually wanted her? The thoughts crashed through his mind like a violent storm, each one more disturbing than the last.


No way in hell! This girl had to be examined and thrown behind bars for using some kind of seduction magic on him. There was no other explanation for what had just happened.


But as he studied her flushed face and wide, innocent eyes, doubt crept in. This couldn't be the power of a witch. No ordinary witch could affect him like this. Witches didn't have any power over him – his rank was far too high for their petty magic to work.


Chapter 88 - A kiss of shadows.