Claimed by the Wolf

_793 AD. The age of iron and blood._

Bjorn Ulfsson is called Wolf-Kissed by his men. A raider with no home, no gods but battle, and no master but his own hunger. When his longship lands on the shores of Northumbria, he expects silver, slaughter, and slaves.

He does not expect her.

Eira of Bebbanburg. Daughter of an ealdorman. Gold-haired, blue-eyed, and untouched by the world's cruelty. She spits at his feet when he drags her from the burning monastery, calls him a demon, prays for his death.

He should have sold her. Should have left her for the other men.

Instead, he cuts the throat of any man who looks at her too long.

She is his captive. His obsession. The one soft thing in a world he's only ever known through violence. And he will raze kingdoms, defy jarls, and curse the gods themselves before he lets her go.

She hates him. She fears him. But when winter comes and the seas freeze them together in his mountain hall, hate starts to taste a lot like need.

_In the age of vikings, love is not gentle. It's a blade. And he plans to make her bleed for him._

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