As the poorest, lowest-ranked Omega at St. Lycaon Academy, I've been everyone's favorite toy since the day I enrolled. No one knows I am the last heir of the Frost royal bloodline, slaughtered ten years ago. A prophetic dream showed me how to wake the sleeping Lycan King's blood inside me: sleep with three Alpha heirs. So when Julian Blackwood, heir of the Obsidian Pack, confessed to me in front of the whole school, I smiled and handed him a hotel key card. From then on, the student council president who calls me trash in public begged me to whip him, a leash around his neck. The genius hacker, hopelessly obsessed with his "big sis," kept wiring me money and dropped to one knee to propose. And Julian, the one who started the bet, couldn't let go after just one night with me. I knew all along that the three heirs were betting on me. What they didn't know was that the moment they made that bet, the hunter and the prey had already traded places…
