Resisting the Wicked Orc

Fighting fate is the fastest way to get scorched.

Rava
While my brothers chase glory as elite mercenaries, I’m chasing freedom on an unsanctioned undercover mission. The stolen relic I’m hunting could break my betrothal—if an infuriatingly sexy orc would stop interfering with my plans and making my fire magic spark out of control.
I tell myself each kiss is just strategy, each touch merely distraction. But with my cover blown and hunters on my trail, the greatest threat to my escape isn’t the prince I’m fleeing but the mate who makes me burn to stay.

Zral
I’m bored filling my nights with meaningless conquests while watching everyone around me find their perfect matches.
Then a defiant demon with fire in her eyes and lies on her lips drags me into her dangerous heist, only to betray me at every turn. Her reckless schemes leave me feeling more alive than ever before, and my need to claim her grows stronger each time she vanishes.
But behind her secrets lurks a royal monster who believes titles grant ownership. The cruel princeling will learn orcs don’t surrender what belongs to them. Not for thrones or royal decrees.
Crowns shatter as easily as bones when standing between an orc and his mate.