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.

"You fucking bitch!" Micah snarled, ready to lunge at Ziva.


What followed was a scream of pain from Adele and the sickening sound of flesh sizzling as the healer cried out in agony.


Micah's attention dropped instantly and that was when he saw it.


A thin garrote wrapped around Adele's neck, pulled tight from behind. The wire bit into her skin as Ziva tugged on it intentionally.


"Wolfbane," Adele whispered hoarsely to Micah.


Micah's eyes flashed with murderous rage.


The bane of every werewolf's existence.


"You animal," Micah spat, though he forced himself to stay still even while every instinct inside him screamed to rip Ziva apart and free his mate.


"Oh please," Ziva scoffed. "Enough with the name-calling. We both know you expected me."


"Yeah," Micah shot back coldly. "I thought you'd come for me. Not my mate. And certainly not bring down the entire ward and risk the lives of every student in this school."


Chapter 795 - Kill Adele