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.

At once, the room exploded with overlapping voices, not just Violet's, but the cardinal alphas' as well.


"What do you mean by other contenders?"


"Contenders? Isn't Violet your only daughter?"


The Queen's command cut through the air like a blade, and the hall fell instantly silent.


The Queen continued calmly, "A contention for the throne is far greater than the petty power shuffles of noble houses. Our crown is not passed down by bloodline alone. The throne belongs to whoever earns the people's favor and the blessing of the heavens. That is — and has always been — our law."


"This time, you will not simply be proving your birthright. You will be competing against distant relatives and powerful fae who believe the era of my bloodline has ended. They think the heavens will choose them instead."


"So yes, if you fall in the Trial, the victor will ascend the throne in your place."


Chapter 674 - You Will Die