The warlord took the city in a single night. Then he took the healer who refused to look away.
Wren keeps the dying alive with her two hands and a few splints of ash-wood. When the warhost rolls over the caravan and a palm wide enough to cup her skull lifts her off her feet, she expects to be one more body in the grass by morning.
The orc who claims her has other plans. He is enormous, unhurried, and entirely unwilling to set her down - and he has decided the small human who would not kneel to him is his.
She tells herself she stays for the wounded who need her. She tells herself it is survival.
The warlord has never once let go of anything he chose to keep.
A dark, possessive monster romance with explosive heat and a guaranteed HEA.
Book 1 of Bred by Monsters. Mature content, 18+.