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.

While Alaric was placing a call to Violet, Asher, Roman, and Adele remained deep in conversation.


"There's something I don't understand," Roman shook his head. "Who would create Violet to harm us?"


"Probably someone who hates all of your asses," Adele replied dryly.


"Alpha King Elijah," Asher said, and the words struck the room like a judge's final verdict.


"No way," Alaric muttered, having heard him even while on the call.


Asher said to them. "When I went to District One, I discovered that Violet's supposed father had been sending her messages since she was a child. Not that Violet knows, Nancy kept them hidden from her because of how disturbing they were."


"Messages like what?" Alaric asked, still holding the line.


Asher found his phone beside him and quickly unlocked it. "Something like this," he muttered, handing it over to Roman.


Roman took the phone, eyes narrowing as he read aloud:


Chapter 385 - Taken