About the Book
She stumbled into my territory bloodied, hunted, and half-feral.
So I claimed her.
Zahra was supposed to be a human offering—nothing more than a half-dead slave limping away from dark elf blades.
But she stood her ground.
Spoke with fire.
Met my gaze like she wanted a war.
So I gave her one.
The clan hates that she eats at my fire.
Our enemies want her dragged back in chains.
And Zahra? She trains with my warriors like she’s already earned my crest.
She doesn’t beg. She doesn’t break.
But I know what will finally crack her.
What will melt the steel in her spine.
What will turn her knees to jelly
and wipe the last of that fury from her eyes.
Not blood. Not blades.
Something older.
Something stronger.
My ring.
Read on for brutal devotion, knife-sharp heat, battle-forged romance, and an orc warlord who never learned how to share. HEA Guaranteed.