Claimed by them

"They look at me like I’m their last hope… or their favorite undoing. And I can’t decide which is more dangerous."



I was never supposed to survive that attack in the forest. But I did—marked, bitten, and bound to something ancient and possessive. Now I’m caught between two grey-eyed monsters who stalk the night like gods and look at me like I belong to them.



Zenon is darkness wrapped in desire—dangerous, protective, and burning with a hunger only I seem to satisfy. Nero is colder, sharper, but no less consuming. He resists me… until he doesn’t.



They’ve killed for less than what I make them feel. And as their world spirals into bloodshed and secrets, I’m starting to realize that they’re not the ones who should be afraid.