In a world where beasts rarely crave their own gender, Blazar's disguise as a boy is both her shield and her greatest gamble. Her scent betrays her—an intoxicating lure that would send any beast-blooded king into a frenzy to claim her.

The disguise makes them hesitate, their instincts confused by the male facade over the irresistible female scent beneath. Every breath risks her discovery. Every moment is a gamble.

Born a nobody. Sold into slavery. Bought by a king. Raised as a weapon. Her orders are simple: infiltrate Royal Imperium Prestigia High, pose as noble boy Orion Spade from a broken line, and assassinate the most powerful king.

Succeed, and she lives.
Fail, and she dies.
Prestigia is an academy where monsters are crowned—and innocents devoured. Ruled by the Havoc Five:
Dante the werewolf supreme alpha, Kaelric the apex of humanity, Vesper the vampire overlord, Xeari the werecat king, and Ryuzaki the celestial kitsune. Each lethal in their own way. 

Thousands of nobles would kill to kneel at their feet.

For most girls, this is paradise. For Blazar? A nightmare.

Her defiance doesn't go unnoticed. She attracts the attention of all five. The kings circle her—some to protect, some to break her, others wanting more.
She runs. She tries to deny. But the longer she resists, the more entangled she becomes.

To survive, she must outwit them all while hiding her true gender, her slave mark, the deadly secret of her bloodline, and escape the king who owns her.

Blazar Staray won't play their games.
And she certainly doesn't kneel.
But the real question is—can she resist the hunger they woke in her?

°~Excerpt~°

"I don't understand," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I haven't done anything. I don't know what's happening."




Kaelric stepped forward, his expression cold and calculating. "That's exactly what someone using seduction magic would say."

His ice-blue eyes bore into hers with such intensity that she felt like he could see straight through to her soul. "The question is, what kind of magic are you using, and who sent you here?"




"I'm not using any magic!" Blazar protested, her voice rising with desperation. "I don't even know what you're talking about!"




But even as she said the words, she could feel the weight of their stares on her. Something was definitely wrong, and somehow, she was at the center of it all. The one thing they all seemed to want but couldn't quite understand why.

The mounted wall screen flickered to life, revealing a woman seated behind a polished mahogany desk. Her sharp ponytail caught the studio lights as she adjusted her formal blazer. Behind her, the golden letters "ROT" glowed against a deep crimson backdrop—Royal Oracle Television's signature branding.


"Welcome to Royal Oracle Television. I am your journalist of the hour, Apple Tusk." Her voice carried the practiced smoothness of years behind the anchor desk. 


She clasped her hands together, her expression shifting to one of grave concern. "Before we proceed with tonight's breaking coverage, we must advise our viewers that the following scenes contain mature content rated 18+. Viewer discretion is strongly advised."


Apple leaned forward slightly, her eyes boring into the camera. "Tonight, at the Global Kings' lover ball—an event that was meant for kings to choose their mates or Concubines—an absolutely shocking incident unfolded." 


Chapter 94 - Princess of the sea.