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.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Violet whirled toward Asher.


Instead, Violet yelped when Asher grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking hard enough to make her bend. Their bodies were pressed flush against each other, and she could feel the heat of his breath as he hissed through clenched teeth, "Do you have a death wish or something? How could you run into the arena like that? My animal of a father could have killed you. That was reckless, Violet." He tugged harder to make his point.


It hurt. Goddess, it hurt, but the pain only awakened something wild inside her. Something dark. Something that craved it.


She laughed right in his face. "Reckless? Yes. But I saved your ass and kicked his."


"I don't need saving," Asher growled, their faces so close now that all she had to do was tilt forward and their lips would crash. And judging by the hard length pressing into her stomach, he was just as turned on as she was.


Chapter 339 - Round One