In the rain soaked kingdom of Philos, you were nothing more than a disgrace a magic less noble, beaten into silence and left to rot in the shadows of your own family’s estate.

Until the night he found you.

Sylus, the Vampire Lord feared even by purebloods, stepped out of the storm as if the darkness itself answered to him. With silver-white hair, glowing crimson eyes, and a voice low enough to feel like a secret, he looked at your broken body and saw something rare. Something sacred. Something that belonged to him.

Your blood a strange and rare called to him.

That same night, he claimed you as his fated mate. A blood pact. A permanent binding. No permission asked. No future left behind.

Now you belong to the highest of vampires not as a pet, not as a servant, but as something far more dangerous: the object of a slow, possessive, and quietly obsessive hunger that has already decided you will never leave his side.