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.

As soon as the shock wore off, anger surged through Violet like fire.


"You!" Violet jabbed a finger at the girl. "She's Angus' daughter! She was sent to kill me." 


Violet didn't just say it, she announced it. 


Immediately, the cardinal alphas' posture went taut. Their eyes hardened like steel, and the temperature in the dungeon dropped with how lethal they suddenly felt.


If looks carried physical power, Hannah would've been six feet under already.


But Violet let out a humorless chuckle. "Please. Do you think I don't know about the army of children Angus manufactured? What did you expect? That I'd welcome you with open arms just because we share DNA? So you can stab me in the back later? News flash, I saw that one coming before you even opened your mouth."


"No, no, you don't understand," Hannah said quickly, desperation bleeding into her voice. "I wasn't sent here to kill you. Sure, Ziva sent me to keep an eye on you—"


Chapter 679 - Sent To Kill Her