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.

Just like that, Violet's annoyance vanished away. She certainly could not kill the brother of her mate, although from the way she glared, it was a near thing.


Even Ace looked uncomfortable under her gaze. "Did he do something wrong to her?" he couldn't help but ponder inwardly.


At the sound of Alaric's voice, Ace's composure broke. He rushed forward and pulled his brother into a desperate embrace, his voice shaking. "I'm so sorry."


Alaric blinked, taken aback by the intensity in his tone. "There's no room for sorry," he said, "You didn't cause the attack, Ace. None of this is on you."


But Ace shook his head violently. "You don't understand," he choked out. "It's all my fault."


Something about the trembling in his voice made Alaric still. Slowly, he pried his brother's hands off and looked him in the eye. "What are you talking about?"


Ace looked up, his eyes already glistening. "I did it," he whispered.


Chapter 611 - Took The Letter