Zinnia Aerwyna has always lived her life feeling slightly out of place, as though there were a second heartbeat beneath her skin-a soft thrum of something ancient she could never name. Born human, raised human, and appearing every bit as ordinary as the people in her seaside village, she never imagined that enrollment at Direfell Academy, an elite institution hidden deep within shrouded mountains and meant exclusively for supernatural beings, would reveal the truth buried in her blood. Direfell is a place where monsters are meant to sharpen their abilities, master their heritage, and learn to coexist.
What Direfell's faculty knows-but Zinnia does not-is that her lineage is not merely human. Her ancestors were sirens, creatures of haunting beauty whose songs could enchant, manipulate, or destroy. For generations, the Aerwynas intermarried with monsters until the siren bloodline thinned into myth. In Zinnia, however, the gene sleeps-not erased, merely dormant, waiting for the right catalyst. And Direfell Academy, with its tensions, rivalries, and power-saturated aura, becomes the perfect crucible.
Aurelius Merrick has everything: monstrous strength, prestige, and the silent expectation that he will one day inherit Nighthollow Academy. The Headmistress' son is as feared as he is revered-a prince of monsters with marble-cut features, ruthless composure, and a reputation for being heartless.
To Aurelius, Zinnia is an anomaly. A disruption. A human taking up space in a world she was never meant to survive.
Maeve Morrigan is Direfell Academy's resident heartbreaker-a seductive succubus with pin straight snow hair, a smile sharp enough to wound, and a confidence that wraps around her like velvet. No one escapes Maeve's charm, not even those who hate her. She is desire incarnate, worshipped and feared in equal measure.
She should have ignored Zinnia. Humans are beneath her attention. But something about Zinnia was to infatuating. Tempting.
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
That was what they whispered about me. My mother was a dancer who seduced an Emperor to survive. I was the ignored princess who seduced a Prince to steal a throne.
I thought I was the heroine of a romance novel. I thought if I smiled enough, schemed enough, and loved him enough, I would get my happily ever after.
I was wrong. My sister was the beloved Cinderella. The Crown Prince was her Prince Charming. And I? I was just the wicked stepsister who got in the way.
My reward for stealing the male lead was a hellish marriage, a cold bed, and a lonely death.
Now, I have returned to the beginning. I'm done chasing fairytales. I'm done trying to be someone I'm not. This time, I won't go to the ball. I won't wear the glass slipper. I will just fade into the background and disappear.
Or so I thought.
"Careful, Your Highness."
On the balcony where I tried to hide from the world, a hand caught me. It wasn't a Prince. It was a Knight I had never noticed before.
I wanted to retire from this fairytale, but it seems the story isn't done with me yet