Halfling (Monstrous World, #1)

by S.E. Wendel

“I will care for him,” he said. “Perhaps I can return him later. They heal quickly.”

“Darrah.” “Is that orcish? What does it mean?” “It is…little acorn.” Another blush crept up Orek’s neck. “Because he fell from a tree.”

That smile could ask things of him no one else had or would. It was terrifying to realize he’d likely give whatever that smile asked of him.

That was how, before making camp for the night a mile out of town, Sorcha took part in a great raccoon emancipation.

Sorcha was the river and he was caught in her current. He never wanted to come up for air.

That he would kill for her, die for her, and most especially he would live for her.

Because she wanted him to stay with her. Because she wanted him. Fates, I love him.

Loving someone didn’t mean there weren’t times you wanted to occasionally smother them with a pillow.

“Mate,” he growled, “you are the air I breathe. The beat of my heart. You own me, Sorcha, body and soul.”

“I’ve never truly belonged anywhere. To anyone. But Sorcha, mate, I’m yours. If being part of your clan is what I must do to have you, then I’ll do it. Gladly. Because you are my life now.”