Chosen By His Tusk
She was never meant to be mine.
A human servant. Fragile. Marked for someone else’s bed.
I should’ve walked away. Let the alliance stand. Let Rytha have her prize.
Instead I stitched her wounds in the dark, felt her tremble under my hands, and knew one truth: she belongs to me now.
No ceremony. No permission. Just my claws on her hips, my tusk at her throat, and the goddess’s mark pulsing between us like a heartbeat I can’t ignore.
They tried to burn her alive for it. They failed.
She’s in my arms, scarred and alive, and I’ll tear down both clans before I let anyone take her again.
She’s my little goddess.
And I will worship her forever.
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