In an Empire ruled by kings barely out of boyhood yet already steeped in blood and power, Royal Imperium Prestigia High is where monsters are crowned—and innocents are devoured.

Five thrones rule the elite academy: Dante, the werewolf alpha; Kaelric, humanity’s apex predator; Vesper, the vampire overlord; Xeari, the werecat king; and Ryuzaki, the celestial kitsune. To their subjects, they’re gods.

For most girls accepted into Prestigia, it’s the pinnacle of existence. The highest honor. Their dream—a chance to brush shoulders with royalty, to earn the favor of the five ruling kings, and maybe, if they’re very lucky, be claimed. . 

They spend their days chasing their attention, starving for a glance, a word, a touch.  

They worship the kings like gods.  

They would die to be noticed.  

And some do.  
But Blazar staray is different. 
Sold into slavery and raised as an assassin, Blazar infiltrates Prestigia under the alias, Orion spade, a noble boy from a bankrupt forgotten noble line. 

A seer warned her: her scent is a siren’s call to beast-blooded males, igniting their primal hunger. She smells irresistible, like the perfect mate, awakening their most primitive urges to chase and claim.
But in a world where beasts rarely crave their own gender, her disguise as a boy is both her shield and her greatest gamble.Her mission? Kill a king—or die in the worst way possible.

Yet Blazar unintentionally draws the kings’ lethal attention:

Dante craves her submission.

Kaelric hungers for her defiance.

Vesper is addicted to her blood.

Xeari stalks her like prey.

Ryuzaki wants to uncover her hideous nature.
They should have ignored her.  

They were supposed to.  

But now they’re circling her like predators, each with their own twisted interest.  

Now, the hunter becomes the hunted.

To survive, Blazar must outwit kings born to rule ruthlessly, all while hiding her identity—and a deadly secret that could destroy her if exposed.

Blazar Staray won’t play their games.
And she certainly doesn’t kneel.

"Get your fucking ugly face out of my presence!" she snarled, the words ripping from her throat like a battle cry. Her hands shook—not from fear, but from the sheer, boiling frustration of it all.


Everything was going wrong. Every damn plan she'd carefully built was crumbling, and now this spoiled brat with her perfect pout and her perfect life thought she could just waltz in and make it worse?


Blazar's stomach twisted as she stared at the ruined meal on the floor. Twenty minutes. Twenty damn minutes she'd stood in line for that, while princess perfect over here probably hadn't fetched her own plate a day in her life. The remnants of what had been a perfectly golden leaf now lay scattered like broken dreams. 


Around them, students scrambled back like startled birds, tripping over benches in their haste to escape the coming storm. Someone's backpack went flying, spilling textbooks across the marble floor.


Chapter 49 - Vesper is my betrothed.