Savage Devotion

She’s human. I’m Ironspine.

We were supposed to meet on a battlefield—blade to throat, oath to grave.
Instead, I find her wounded in the ruins, bleeding trust where her uncle should’ve left a knife. She sees the savage in me and doesn’t flinch. So I show her what the old ways forgot:

Orcs don’t just fight. We claim.

The war between our peoples is older than the mountains we bled on. But now she’s mine. And I’ll rip through her entire House to keep her safe.

I didn’t survive my brother’s death to lose her.
Not to poison. Not to betrayal. Not to politics dressed in peace scrolls.
If I have to burn two kingdoms to protect what we built in the mountain’s heart, I will.

She chose me before the world did.

And now the world means nothing without her.

Read on for enemies-to-lovers, sacred bonding, war-forged intimacy, and an orc who worships with his blade and his mouth. HEA Guaranteed!