Shadow’s Claim: A Steamy BWWM Interracial Multicultural Standalone Dark Fae Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance (THORNS & THRONES #1)

What happens when the shadows don't just take you—they keep you?
YARA
I wasn't supposed to be here.
One minute I was walking home from another soul-crushing day at the office. The next, shadows wrapped around my throat and dragged me into a world that shouldn't exist.
Now four fae males are telling me I'm theirs. That they've waited five hundred years for me. That some ancient prophecy says I'm the only one who can save their dying kingdom.
They're out of their damn minds.
Kael watches me like I'm something to be conquered. Lysander touches me like I'm something to be worshipped. Sorin sees straight through me, into parts of myself I've never shown anyone. And Thane? Thane looks at me like he'd burn down the world just to keep me warm.
They don't want me to choose.
They want me to take all of them.
I told myself I'd find a way home. That I wouldn't fall for their silver-tongued promises and their hands that know exactly where to touch. That I'm stronger than whatever magic is pulling me toward them.
I told myself a lot of things.
I was wrong about all of them.



KAEL
Five hundred years.
I've ruled the Shadow Court for five hundred years with nothing but duty and darkness for company. I stopped believing in the prophecy. Stopped hoping for a mate. Stopped feeling anything at all.
Then she fell through the veil.
Yara Okonkwo. Mortal. Defiant. So beautiful it makes my chest ache in ways I'd forgotten were possible. She argues with me. Challenges me. Looks at me like I'm just a man, not a king, and I want to drop to my knees and thank her for it.
My brothers feel it too. The bond. The pull. The desperate, clawing need to claim her, protect her, bury ourselves so deep inside her she'll never remember a time we weren't there.
She thinks she has a choice. She thinks she can go back to her mortal life and forget us.
She's wrong.
I've waited five centuries for this woman. I've watched my kingdom crumble, my people suffer, my heart turn to stone. I will not lose her now. Not to the curse. Not to our enemies. Not even to her own stubborn will.
She belongs to us.
And before these two weeks are over, I'll make sure she knows it—in every way that matters.


Four immortals. One fated mate. A love that will either save a kingdom or destroy them all.