There are three rules to Blood Matching a rebel:

Rule one: Seduce her with blood. She just might seduce you back.

Rule two: Assure she actually takes the test.

Rule three: Realize she breaks all the rules.

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 revelation ensures that my Blood Match contract must be claimed, and none of us want to choose.

If only a little contract was the worst of our problems. My lineage as a dhampir risks getting out. If it does, my life is over. I refuse to live my eternity caged. I also refuse to be the reason my guys lose everything they worked hard to build.

Looks like I might be the key to changing the territory after all.

Or maybe I’ll just destroy it completely.