I was supposed to expose the monsters… not fall for one.
Oblivion Lock wasn’t on any map—until the Authority bagged me, dragged me underground, and threw me into a freezing cell with a seven-foot orc who could snap me in half.Garruk should terrify me. He does. But he also shields me, helps me, and watches me like I’m something worth protecting… something his.
When the prison goes into chaos, we escape together—fighting guards, golems, and a Warden who wants us dead. And somewhere between dodging death and pressing up against him in narrow tunnels, I realize the
I’m not afraid of the monster in chains. I’m afraid of how safe I feel with him.
He calls me “little thorn.” His mate. His prize.
And I start wanting a future that shouldn’t exist for a human and an orc on the run.
I came here searching for my best friend. Now I’m holding hands with the monster who would tear the world apart to keep me.
Freedom is close. So is falling for him completely.
Short story about a human woman thrown into a cell with a huge orc who basically decides she's his mate because she doesn't scream and try to get away from him. They break out what seems like moments later and try to dodge whoever is running the place while also looking for the lady's friend.
In the end they get into a fight with the prison's warden and some guards. It's basically a 'brains and brawn' working together to defeat the bad guys moment. Pretty standard. They basically fall in love in a couple of hours and declare their undying love. I feel like it's some short story you would listen to off Instagram in that regard.
The spice was quick, not all that graphic and happened at the weirdest times really. I would not be thinking hanky panky while trying to escape from a death prison, you know? Okay we are done doing the deed, now let's sort ourselves out and continue running away from the bad guys who are now closing in on us. Uuuhhhh, what?