She’s Just My Type… Feral
She came to my clan with three homemade weapons and a stare that promised she’d kill me before I ever touched her.
I should’ve left her alone.
Instead I offered to train her—every dawn, her small body slamming against mine until she learned how to fight something my size.
One storm. One cave. One night she finally broke and took every inch of me like she’d been waiting her whole life to fall apart.
Now the Stonevein are hunting the women I swore to protect… and they want her most of all.
She still walks the perimeter every morning like she might have to run from me too.
But I’m done waiting for her to choose safety over surrender.
She can keep her sling and her walls.
I’m keeping her—body, scars, and all.
Even if it means burning my own clan to the ground to do it.
Read on for brutal size difference, training that turns feral, guarded survivor meets obsessed orc daddy, cave claiming, and a possessive monster who’ll start a war before he lets her run again. HEA guaranteed!
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