Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 824: New Book Debut! New Book Alert!

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Note : I wish I could give free coins for wasting this Chapter but I unfortunately can’t since novelkiss stopped gifting us authors with free coins to give to our readers. I’m honestly sorry for this. There was just not space for me to put all my words down for you guys to see.

Now as you all might suspect, "Mated To The Cruel Prince" will be wrapped up in a few hundred or so Chapters to come. As such I’m working on a new book and it might not be everyone’s cup of tea. Yes, it’s reverse harem, baby! Spicy reverse harem!

Our baby here, "mated to the cruel prince" (which I badly wanted to turn into a reverse harem) gave me the momentum for this story. And while it’s a werewolf story, it’s not like your average werewolf lore. Mine is set in a dystopian world and everything you think you know about wolves might be useless in my world settings.

Now enjoy the synopsis and a little sneak peak to the story. Please, please, please, give me feedback if you would love to read something like this.

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Synopsis :

Two centuries after the Great War, peace between humans and werewolves is 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 queens.

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—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? Lambs led to slaughter, playthings for the alphas to toy with in their ruthless games.

And 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.

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Not many things surprises Violet, but this school so far has left her gaping like a moron. She stood in the lobby still examining the school environment which might as well be akin to a five star hotel when a commotion caught her attention.

A guy with striking green hair bolts towards her, laughing like he’s being chased. He crashes into her, the force of his presence as jarring as his appearance.

Fuck.

Violet knew werewolves were hot, but this was next level hot. This one’s rebellious look and vibrant hair set him apart. And she felt heat rush into places it should have no business doing so right now.

The gods help her. Hasn’t she learned enough with her mother’s, no, adopted mother’s experiences with men.

"Hey, you dropped this!" Violet noticed the necklace that must have slipped from him when he ran into her.

"Hold onto that for me, darling, would you?" he says with a wink before sprinting off again without so much as an apology.

"What a weirdo," Violet stares after him, bewildered. She mutters, examining the necklace. "At Least he knows good stuff."

Violet was still examining the necklace when she heard a low, dangerous growl that made the hairs on her body stand on edge.

She turned slowly to see a furious red-haired werewolf stalking toward her, his muscles taut with barely restrained anger.

The gods help her. Why was the universe doing this to her?

If the green haired wolf from earlier had been hot, then this one made her salivate. With his broad shoulders, he was quite muscular that Violet had no doubt he would rip her into two if he wanted to. And right now, this six feet six brute was towering over her with fury in his eyes.

Violent whimpered inwardly, what did she do wrong, Mr. Rocks?

His eyes lock onto the necklace in her hand, and without warning, he lunges to snatch it. Violet instinctively dodges, pushing it away from reach. "That’s not —"

Violent couldn’t finish it because he grabs her by the throat, lifting her effortlessly off the ground.

Violet’s eyes nearly bulged out of her eye. What the fuck was going on here? She looked around for help but no one stepped in and helped.

They looked away as if they were non-existent. Cold dread washed over Violet as it dawned on her that this guy could murder her right here and then and no one would say a word

"I don’t know what you and Roman are up to," he hissed, his voice thick with menace, "but touch my stuff again, and I’ll kill you. For real."

Violet’s vision blurred, the edges of her sight darkening as she struggled for air. His rage was overwhelming, radiating off him in hot, angry waves. She could feel his hands shaking, not from fear, but from the sheer effort it took to hold back his strength.

And then, just as quickly as it started, he flung her away like she was nothing. She hit the ground hard, pain shooting up her spine as she crumpled in a heap. Breathless and trembling, she lay there, the sting of humiliation and the terror of nearly dying clinging to her skin.

Before she could gather herself, a shadow fell over her.

God, who was it this time?

A tall figure, sleek and commanding, stood a few steps away. The guy wore dark shades, indoors of all places, and something about his presence made her instincts scream.

Who wears sunglasses inside? Yet something told her the shades weren’t just for fashion but necessity. It was something else, something darker.

Violet’s heart pounded, and an inexplicable tingle spread through her, heat pooling low in her belly. What the hell was wrong with her today? It had to be the overload of handsome faces; if she’d known Lunaris Academy had this many striking men, she might have mentally prepared herself better.

For a split second, their gazes locked, or at least, she thought they did. Beneath those shades, she sensed the weight of his eyes assessing her. Part of her hoped, foolishly, that he’d help her up. But his lips curled into a cold, mocking smile, the kind that made Violet feel like prey—a plaything to be toyed with.

Without a word, he turned and walked away, his departure a dismissal of her very existence.

"What kind of bastards does this school breed?" Violet seethed inwardly.

Anger flared hot and fierce inside her. She’d been manhandled and humiliated, and not a single soul had bothered to intervene. She was on her own here, and that was just fine. She didn’t need their help anyway.

By the time she reached the principal’s office, Violet’s neck was throbbing with a hot, angry pain.

The principal, a stern-looking woman with sharp features, gasped when she saw the angry red mark.

"Who did this to you?" she demanded, her voice laced with concern.

For the first time since she arrived, Violet felt a spark of vindication. Finally, someone was going to do something about that brute.

Without wasting time, Violet described the red-haired werewolf in detail, but as she spoke, she noticed the principal’s expression shifting from anger to something far more unsettling: fear.

"You mean Griffin Hale did this to you?"

"Griffin Hale? Is that his name?"

"Miss Purple," the principal began, her tone far more cautious, "I understand you’re upset, but what happened was likely just... playful roughhousing. Things can get a bit intense here, but it’s all in good fun."

Violet’s fury boiled over. Playful roughhousing? He had nearly killed her!

She opened her mouth to argue, but something in the principal’s eyes—a flicker of fear or perhaps a silent warning—made her pause.

Unwilling to clash with the school authority on her first day, she swallowed her retort, but not her anger. She would take matters into her own hands and make sure that red-haired brute paid.

"I’m sorry you had such an awful experience, Miss purple, but trust me, the boys aren’t always like this. Just think of it as a guy pulling on a girl’s ponytail to get her attention."

Why don’t they pull your ponytail as well, violet wanted to retort but managed to calm herself. Although If she was managing such "wild beasts" in this school, Violet bet they’ve pulled her ponytails so many times.

"I’ll have Mary come over. She would take you to the infirmary to get the wound sorted. You can take today’s classes off, and start afresh tomorrow." the principal suggested with a strained smile, but Violet’s mind was already made up. She wouldn’t forget what happened. And she definitely wouldn’t forgive.

Unlike the others, Violet was two weeks late to Lunaris Academy due to delays with her personal expenses—her scholarship covered most things, but her clothes and essentials were on her. Violet didn’t want to arrive with threadbare belongings that would make her an easy target of bully and scorn.

Her assigned guide, Mary arrived and she was a breath of fresh air from the other students she had encountered so far. Mary was kind, with a gentle demeanor that put Violet slightly at ease.

They made their way to the infirmary, where a small commotion was already underway. A healer was scolding a student, a guy whose arms were covered in fresh burn marks.

"You can’t keep doing this, Alaric," the healer chastised. "Push yourself like this, and the infirmary will be your second home."

Violet’s gaze drifted to the injured guy, and her breath caught when she saw him.

Fuck. This was slowly becoming a habit.

He had whitish-blonde hair that framed a face so striking it was almost unfair. But it was his eyes that truly captivated her, stormy blue, like a brewing tempest. She wasn’t the only one affected; she heard Mary whisper his name in awe, "Alpha Alaric," her cheeks flushing slightly.

Of course, another alpha. Violet couldn’t decide whether to be impressed yet..

He didn’t fit the image of an alpha. Sure, he was muscular, but there was a quiet intensity about him that set him apart from the brashness of the other alphas she had encountered.

Yet, any illusion of him being different shattered when he barely acknowledged her presence, his condescending and icy disinterest unmistakable.

When the healer finished, Alaric brushed past Violet, and in that brief, fleeting contact, a spark jolted through her. It was like electricity, sharp, unexpected, and oddly thrilling. She froze, breath catching in her throat, but Alaric didn’t even glance her way. If he felt the same strange jolt, he didn’t show it.

The healer finally turned her attention to Violet, and with just a mere touch the marks on her neck faded away. Impressive.

Violet thanked her, but even as the physical pain dissipated, her mind was made up. She wouldn’t let Griffin Hale get away with that assault. One way or the other, she would have her revenge.