He was supposed to be my enemy. He became my everything.

Pro tip: When infiltrating an enemy fortress, maybe don't get caught before reaching the gates? Just a thought from your friendly neighborhood failed spy.

So here I am, chained in Vorak's cell, and yes, the Orc General is exactly as intimidating as you'd imagine. Muscles on muscles, tusks that could gore you, hands that could snap me in half. Hands that are currently... checking my injured ankle? And carrying me because it hurts to walk?

Mixed signals much?

Then the Orc King drops the real bomb: marry Vorak or die. The thing is, my husband-to-be has this little issue called a mating rut. Three to four days of pure primal need where he'll claim me over and over until I'm marked inside and out as his. (The healer's prep talk was very detailed. Very.)

What she didn't mention? How my tiny body would crave him. How I'd beg for him. How being knotted to an orc warrior for hours might become my new favorite thing.

First comes the wedding, then the rut.

And I'm starting to think that maybe, just maybe, getting caught was the best mistake I ever made.

A scorching hot monster romance with captive/captor dynamics, primal passion, knotting, and a hero who's brutal to everyone but his mate. Lots of steam. You've been warned.