You can’t take the willing… His chains are what I long for. Those powerful arms are what I crave. Only the most brutal orc warrior is strong enough for my love… When he first stumbles on my camp, the Elders of my tribe are frightened. They should be. Orcs have ravaged our world. But I’m excited. He’s an animal. A brute that could kill my entire tribe. But the most shameful thing of all? If after all that carnage, he took me away as his... …I’d refuse to ever be let go.

He's feral – just like me. I can’t trust this wild orc savage. Yet I'm drawn to his primal power. My body heats under his gaze. I crave him, though I try to hide it. But in my core I know - he's my match. Possessive. Dominant. Wild. I lead this pack, but to the scarred orc I can only ever be his woman. Only ever serve him. My only action can be to surrender to him. When our eyes meet, his claim is clear. The walls of my stubbornness have fallen. Leaving my love exposed.