I wanted a husband…and got two orc mates instead.
When my groom-to-be leaves me standing alone at the altar, I only want to escape. So I pack my bags and sneak out of my parents’ house in the middle of the night. But instead of going to a larger human city, I turn north, toward the orc lands.
I’ve heard enough about orcs to know they treat women well, and I want a husband of my own – one who won’t run away but would cherish and love me instead.
But now two orc blacksmiths want to claim me, saying I’m their fated mate.
I should be happy to have either one of them – but what if picking only one will ruin all our chances of happiness?
