Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 824

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 webnovel 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.

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