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.

"How do you know all this?" Alexa asked Micah out of nowhere.


Alexa narrowed her gaze. "You're here spilling a bunch of things nobody knows about, and we're all just accepting it in good faith?" She turned to the others. 


"What's the probability he's not working with this Lila? What are the chances we're not sitting here with the enemy?"


And this, people, was exactly why he never revealed his identity. For a moment, Micah didn't answer her, he just gave her a blank look that screamed, Bitch, really?


Except when he turned, he caught the look of suspicion on the others' faces. Alexa must have noticed it too, because it gave her boldness to continue.


"The children of powerful Alphas are missing, and the only person who suddenly 'knows things' is a half-demon Oracle who admits to getting information from the underworld and some other sources. Surely, I don't sound crazy right now." She chuckled awkwardly, though the sound carried an edge.


Chapter 650 - Face Of The Rebellion