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)

Violet found herself responding to Roman's heated kiss, their mouths crushing together in a furious clash.

Roman groaned against her lips, pressing his body so firmly to hers that there was barely any gap; the layers of clothing were practically useless, because she could feel every inch of him—especially one part of him that was definitely not soft.

Somewhere in the background, a soft rustle sounded in the woods, but neither of them noticed the retreating figures, too consumed by the raw fire of their kiss and the power struggle that fueled it.

They broke apart for a moment, gasping for air. Violet's head spun, half her senses returning just enough for her to thunder, "What is this? I thought you were going to fight me!"

"Fight you? Physically?" Roman blinked at her as though the idea had only just occurred to him.

Then he scoffed with a lazy, sensual edge to his voice. "I'm sorry, my lady, but I'm a lover, not a fighter."

Fury And Fire