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.

The air around her pulsed with layers of scent so exquisite they might as well have been music : deep notes of smoked cedar and dark spice, threaded with the sharp sweetness of rain-kissed earth and amber's warmth. Vanilla lingered softly beneath it all, tender as a lover's whisper. Then came the brighter tones: citrus and pine, sunlight caught in wood and wind, and finally a faint sweetness of pineapple and cream, a fragrance so delicate it felt like laughter suspended in the air.


She breathed it in until her lungs ached, until the beauty of it pressed against her chest. Every note was familiar, woven with memories of  the scent of her mates, her home, and her peace. 


It was incredibly soothing, and she wanted to lose herself in it forever. 


With a soft sigh of contentment, Violet reached for the nearest body and leaned into him. He was warm, safe, and steady. 


Chapter 636 - Fight To The Death