The Royale Vampire Heirs

It's time to bite back. As a dhampir, a vampire's only predator, that's exactly what I plan to do. Unfortunately, a rescue mission turns into crap, and my blood source sacrifices himself to save me. So, after getting caught for breaking the law, I’m now an unwilling participant in the Blood Match Program - and the Royale brothers, a vampire coven, think they can make me their personal donor because I’m a criminal. Me, satiating a coven’s blood hunger? Not happening. I’m a rebel after all.

The Royale Coven brothers had no idea what they were getting into when they entered me into the Blood Match Program to save my life. Because I’m more than a Blood Rebel. I carry a mutation that makes me a vampire’s biggest predator - or lover - and they all claimed me. Now, that my secret is out, we can’t trust anyone outside of the Royale Coven. Not even family. Unbeknownst to us, there is a fourth rule to claiming a dhampir: Humans and vampires alike will do anything to see me caged.

A war brews on the edge of our region with the rise of enemies from my past. Why a coven of unregistered vampires thinks they can claim me? I’m sure to find out. Maintaining order among the Royale Region as our enemies take out our allies proves more difficult than we imagined. But there is no way I’m handing myself over to some guys who think I’m the key to changing an entire territory. Unfortunately for me, the enemies of my past are far worse than disgruntled Blood Rebels. Their presence threatens to expose that the former head of the Royale Coven is dead.

The last thing I expected was to find myself training to defeat my past enemies. After the revelation of the head of the Royale Region’s demise, Bronx, Everett, Mikkalo, and Jameson must figure out how to save our home. While my four perfect vampires stress and prepare for a possible region takeover, I prepare for a future where I’m no longer the most important. And it scares me to death. I wouldn’t change it, though. Because my guys have never been happier. Too bad the only way I see the five of us getting through this is to start a war against my family. 

There are three rules to fighting a rebel. Rule one: Play their games. They might be rebels, but they prefer compliance. Hypocritical jerks. Rule two: Teach them they’re not in charge. If they disagree, devour them. No one can resist a dhampir’s bite. Rule three: Forget all the rules. Because anything goes. With the fate of the Royale future on the line, I must do what I know how to do best and rebel against those who think they can control me. The Baron Coven believes I’m theirs, but they’ll figure out soon enough that I’ll never give up Bronx, Jameson, Mikkalo, and Everett.