There are three rules to claiming a dhampir.
Rule number one: I bite when I'm hungry. And in the mood. Basically, watch out for my teeth.
Rule number two: Be prepared for anything. Humans swear I'm a gift to humanity, but in actuality, I'm a pain. Perfect if you like that kind of thing.
Rule number three: I can't be tamed. Ever. Don't even try. It's not going to happen.
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.