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.

Henry and Roman met head-on, the crash of their bodies sending shockwaves across the clearing, dirt spraying in all directions.


Henry snapped his jaws, catching Roman by the shoulder and flung him across the shore. Roman landed hard, a whimper escaping him as he rolled to his feet. But he didn't stay down. He was seeing this to the end. 


Snarling, Roman charged at the Alpha once again. Their fangs clashed while they clawed at each other, the scent of blood and fur and rage saturating the air.


Henry was older, bulkier, and stronger in every way. His strikes hit like a boulder and each blow sent Roman staggering. Yet the younger Alpha kept getting back up.


He ducked under a slash and bit down hard on Henry's leg. Henry let out a furious howl, bucking wildly until Roman was forced to release. Roman then used the momentum to leap behind him, his claws raking across the thick hide.


Chapter 475 - End Of An Alpha