Sold by my family. Hunted by my buyers. Saved by a monster. My family settled their debt with my body. The wagon was hauling me to a frontier worksite where women like me have "accidents" inside a year. Too soft, too disposable to matter. I'd already made peace with how I was going to die. Then lightning split the sky, and I ran. I was bleeding and half-frozen when he found me. Seven feet of scarred orc captain. The kind of monster human girls are warned about from the cradle. He didn't drag me back. He didn't put a price on my head. He looked at me like I was something his blood already knew. And asked me what I wanted. No one had ever asked me that before. No one had ever held my softness like it was sacred. No one had ever called my body a revelation. But the men who bought my life have followed me to his gates. And my orc captain has never been good at letting go of what's his.