Each generation, the Moonfang Clan demands a bride beneath the blood moon—a virgin offered to their savage chieftain to preserve peace through ancient rites. When Lira is chosen, she expects pain. Sacrifice. Death. She doesn't expect Arh'zul. Towering, tusked, and terrifying, he claims her not with cruelty, but with a brutal, unrelenting hunger that leaves her wet, gasping, and aching to be filled again. Her body awakens under his gaze, marked with sacred paints and bound by the feral rhythm of his rut. What began as duty twists into desire... then obsession.
Now mated and bred before the eyes of his tribe, Lira is no longer a trembling offering—she's a goddess in the dirt, soaked in seed and firelight. The drums rise. And she rises with them. She'll bear the warlord's heir, but more than that—she'll ride at his side, his heat in her nethers and a blade in her hand, drenched in lust and glory.
