Glimmy

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.

Defy The Alpha(s)

Asher knew right at that moment that he had royally and totally fucked up.

He had just compelled Adele to forget everything that happened, right when his own fate suddenly seemed to hang in the balance as well.

It dawned on Asher that he was slipping; the once-perfect finesse he prided himself on was cracking. And that alone was frustrating.

Everything was supposed to fall in line with his plans. After all, he was the puppet master, the one who pulled the strings and watched everyone dance. But now, the threads were tangling, and he was making mistake after mistake, as if he'd lost his touch.

Fuck. Asher cursed under his breath. He could not compel Adele to remember again, not today, at least. The mind was a fragile thing, and compulsion was an invasive force. The mind wasn't some unbreakable puzzle box and too much tampering could tear its delicate threads, and damaging Elijah's prized healer would bring consequences he didn't need at the moment.

For My Queen And Back