They sent her to me as tribute. But she doesn’t kneel. She dares to look me in the eye. And I decide right then... She’s mine. Lirienne Marshfield is supposed to be a peace offering. A fragile little human meant to appease our wrath. But I’m the chieftain of this fortress. The war god’s chosen. And I don’t share what I claim. She speaks of treaties and alliance. I see her defiancé and want to break it open. To teach her the rules of this place—my rules. One touch, and I know no priest, no omen, no clan law will save her from me. She thinks she’s here to end a war. But she just started one inside me. And I will raze kingdoms before I let her be taken from me again. Read on for enemies-to-lovers heat, warlord obsession, human sacrifice, and an orc chieftain who would burn the gods to keep his bride. She came to end bloodshed. He saw her and vowed to never let her go. HEA Guaranteed.