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 word hung in the air like a death sentence. Blazar stood frozen, her hands still gripping the hem of her shirt but unable to move. Her heart hammered so hard she was sure Kaelric could hear it from where he stood.


Kaelric's ice-blue eyes narrowed, studying her paralyzed form. "Problem, Blazar?"


The way he said her name made her skin crawl. 


"I..." she started, her voice cracking. "I can't."


"Can't?" His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "Or won't?"


Blazar's mind raced frantically, searching for any excuse, any way out of this nightmare. "I... I have scars," she blurted out, the lie tumbling from her lips. "From training accidents. They're... embarrassing."


Kaelric took a step closer, his movements predatory and deliberate. "I've seen scars before, Blazar. Try again."


Panic clawed at her throat. He wasn't buying it. Of course he wasn't—Kaelric was somehow smart and too observant. Her breathing became shallow, desperate.


Chapter 119 - Kaelric finds out.