In a world where beasts rarely crave their own gender, Blazar's disguise as a boy is both her shield and her greatest gamble. Her scent betrays her—an intoxicating lure that would send any beast-blooded king into a frenzy to claim her.

The disguise makes them hesitate, their instincts confused by the male facade over the irresistible female scent beneath. Every breath risks her discovery. Every moment is a gamble.

Born a nobody. Sold into slavery. Bought by a king. Raised as a weapon. Her orders are simple: infiltrate Royal Imperium Prestigia High, pose as noble boy Orion Spade from a broken line, and assassinate the most powerful king.

Succeed, and she lives.
Fail, and she dies.
Prestigia is an academy where monsters are crowned—and innocents devoured. Ruled by the Havoc Five:
Dante the werewolf supreme alpha, Kaelric the apex of humanity, Vesper the vampire overlord, Xeari the werecat king, and Ryuzaki the celestial kitsune. Each lethal in their own way. 

Thousands of nobles would kill to kneel at their feet.

For most girls, this is paradise. For Blazar? A nightmare.

Her defiance doesn't go unnoticed. She attracts the attention of all five. The kings circle her—some to protect, some to break her, others wanting more.
She runs. She tries to deny. But the longer she resists, the more entangled she becomes.

To survive, she must outwit them all while hiding her true gender, her slave mark, the deadly secret of her bloodline, and escape the king who owns her.

Blazar Staray won't play their games.
And she certainly doesn't kneel.
But the real question is—can she resist the hunger they woke in her?

°~Excerpt~°

"I don't understand," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I haven't done anything. I don't know what's happening."




Kaelric stepped forward, his expression cold and calculating. "That's exactly what someone using seduction magic would say."

His ice-blue eyes bore into hers with such intensity that she felt like he could see straight through to her soul. "The question is, what kind of magic are you using, and who sent you here?"




"I'm not using any magic!" Blazar protested, her voice rising with desperation. "I don't even know what you're talking about!"




But even as she said the words, she could feel the weight of their stares on her. Something was definitely wrong, and somehow, she was at the center of it all. The one thing they all seemed to want but couldn't quite understand why.

Graphic depictions of non-consensual violence


A scene of extreme physical retribution involving forced self-harm


Themes of power imbalance and psychological torment


If you are sensitive to such content, please skip ahead to the next chapter. Your well-being comes first. 


"How do you think you made Orion feel?" Xeari's voice was calm. "I will make you feel the same way, but just a little bit worse." His grey eyes locked onto Lirion's terrified face. "Taste your own words. I am more powerful than you in every way. You can't run away from me."


Lirion's hands jerked outward against his will, palms up, fingers splayed wide. His arms moved like a puppet's, controlled by the invisible strings of Xeari's telekinetic power. The king's index finger rose slowly, and with it, Lirion's entire body became a marionette dancing to his command.


Chapter 115 - Cruel justice.