She was supposed to die in the desert.
I dragged her out instead.
Half-starved. Branded. Human.
My warriors wanted to sell her, break her, use her.
I made her mine.
She glares at me with those soft gray eyes like I didn’t save her life.
Like I didn’t kill for her.
Like I wouldn’t do it again.
But when I touch her, my magic burns hotter.
The mountain answers louder.
She’s not just mine to protect—she’s the key to power I was never meant to wield.
The clan calls her cursed.
I call her necessary.
And when they come to take her back…
to use her, breed her, burn her…
I’ll tear down the mountain to keep her.
She makes my blood stronger.
And I will make her untouchable.
Read on for savage orcs, branded girls, blood-magic bonds, and a war chief who gives up his crown just to keep his little human. HEA Guaranteed!
